Don't let the bright moon go down the mountainside.
A hundred years later, all memories may be lost, but if he sees a table filled with wine glasses full of stars on a midsummer night, or a pair of unfamiliar names in history books, Cen Ciao will feel a little anxious for no reason. It's hard to escape, so just think about it. If you think carefully about this inexplicable expectation and pain, you may think of the person who was erased, the dewdrops from the weeping roses in Xiwei, the waves of flowers stirred up by the gilded begonias, and the little white flowers drinking blood under the ruins of the wall and the young people. A hot beating heart... Thousands of sails have passed, and hope has grown crazily in the thousands of ravines they stepped side by side. The sea and land have changed, and the vast ocean has healed the delusions that drowned this new life, and has nurtured more sincere love and life. It has also melted the thin light that the tide has pushed for the bright moon.
The wind carrying longing disturbs thoughts and time, and rolls up the mountain flowers all over the sky and rushes to the bottom of the valley. The warm sunshine was falling, and the white-eyed girl sitting in the rocking chair drew every happiness she tried to remember on candy paper and buried it under the garden. It can be written as a fairy tale, that is where their story begins.
——"Blue Book of Fairy Tales"
Intention: Walk into the sunshine together