Her Full Moon Rises

Tell me, what is the most beautiful thing in this world? It's like the joy of white tea, like the full moon rising, like spring flowers falling in the snow, the peach blossoms shining brightly. What do you think is the most regrettable thing in this world? I'm afraid that the autumn frost will cool the tea, the singing and dancing will stop, and the wine will pour out and everyone will be scattered, one will be separated and the other will be separated, life and death will not be seen. Micro Story Collection