Junluo Jingsheng

Sometimes I wonder how one's feelings are right and wrong. Later, she left decisively after finishing the book, then she burst into tears when she applied the flower in front of the mirror, and later he sang softly in front of the nunnery. They all probably told me that love is not a subject at all, and there is no right or wrong. Green silk turns into snow, and in a blink of an eye, smoke and willows overlap paintings, and white dew makes tea. We are already guests when we meet, and I don't know whose house I am entering... When my consciousness slowly blurs, when the human voice begins to disappear, when I seem to have returned to the lovely bed in the golden house in my memory, I hear someone saying to me: "Please, don't leave..."