I planted lilies like this when I was 17 years old
It was rainy in the south of the Yangtze River at that time, and the iron fences were covered with rusty, damp fog.
The story begins with a humid night rain in the south of the Yangtze River. When it rains, I always like to walk from a distance to the darkness, and then feel the silence of the world from the darkness.
Then I met someone,
That woman's heart was like bloody arsenic and broken mountains and rivers. Her voice was like the faint fragrance of some kind of rouge. Her eyes were covered with a layer of bloody red, and the scar at the corner of her mouth opened with a grand ceremony. That was the moment that hit my heart.
Concept: love, redemption, the gloom of Jiangnan, the waiting of migratory birds