Ink-Stained Acacia

When the dynasty goes from prosperity to decline, the rivers are declining, and the buildings are about to collapse, where is the place to stay? All encounters in this world are destined. The breeze comes into my dream, and the ink stains the memory of lovesickness. On the bank of the Acacia River, under the Marriage Tree, he had two big, watery eyes on his round face. He seemed very surprised to see me, and his eyes widened even more. These are really the brightest eyes I have ever seen, clearer than the water in the Acacia River. … I am a lovesick bird, but I probably haven't been lovesick yet. I just met someone and wanted to stay with him for a long time Watch him paint and accompany him on a boat ride on the river Until my soul dissipates and turns into dust