I Killed His White Moonlight

Holding a white hand, she couldn't help but ask slyly: "Tell me. If I turned into clouds and smoke and disappeared into the world, would you still find me?" Beside Haiyan Lake, his expression was unpredictable, "Even if you turn into a grain of salt in this salt water lake." She chuckled: "You always like to play riddles like this." "Tell me, can you really see me? Take off the makeup, take off the skin, and transcend the appearance of all living beings?" "I saw you..." He said, In the sparkling light after the waves break, In the blink of an eye as we sit opposite each other again and again, In the dripping tide rising from the bloody morning sun, In the silence where lips and teeth are connected and breathing is exhaled. "This flower is for you." The blood-stained rose killed the moonlight.