Misty Butterfly

From the first day I met He Die, I heard rumors about her intermittently. At first, those rumors seemed so untrue to me, but as we got closer to each other, many of the rumors began to be verified. So I became a scale, with He Die at one end. When she was by my side, her weight was far greater than the empty words on the other end of the scale. But if she disappeared from my sight, even for a moment, those rumors began to echo in my ears, and the scales trembled and teetered. I began to believe in those stories and legends and tried to verify them. Until the past is annihilated on the road of growth, it is shattered in the wind along with our soot, and the stumps are scattered everywhere, nowhere to be found.