The So-Called Beauty

When I was five years old, you smiled and called me Qing'er in a whisper. At the age of fifteen, you pressed my forehead and slowly promised me shade for the rest of my life. At twenty-five years old, in the rain of blood, you still said with the same expression as you did twenty years ago: "It's me." I will fight for you all over the world I will use ten years to help you reach the top of Lingyu and overlook all living beings, and I will spend another life in the peach land of deep streams to forget those cold soldiers and lying drunk on the battlefield. A quiet whisper for you For your gentle smile, I will hold my hand and grow old together with you. Looking into my eyes for you, I will protect you gently but firmly, until the fire of eternal calamity covers the earth. It was also the first time we met under the tree. You were the same blue as you were twenty years ago. Your face was as dark as water, but your voice seemed to enter my ears through the nine-story temple: "Did you kill them?" "Yes."