In the End of This Love, I Am Still Alone

I am the night, lonely, lonely, and a little bit evil. And you are a butterfly, beautiful, happy, but still a little indifferent. The night wants to cover the butterfly with its broad, dark coat, hide the butterfly in the darkness, prevent others from discovering it, and snatch the butterfly away from him, but paper cannot cover fire after all. You still have to leave me. The night is not worthy of the butterfly, because the butterfly is so dazzling and brilliant at night, so you will leave me. I have known this for a long time... Book group 1: 169116581 Book group 2: 169145621