First Glance

Use the most decadent magnificence to infiltrate the most plain sadness. The words immersed in darkness, the story of broken glass, a visual feast of literature. There were no ups and downs, no tears. There is only a quiet beginning and a long ending. I just leaned forward, grateful for the unlit stage. Then, facing the silence of the empty audience, he retreated. Use Qinglong's bone flute to play the ultimate pure black melody of the post-90s generation. Use my words and my language to describe my world. There is no need for ups and downs, I just want to enjoy the clear eyes and the confused tranquility lightly. In the decadent wind, I welcome the frail beauty that I am obsessed with. The love poem at the beginning of the poem is dedicated to perhaps the woman I love most in my life - Yang. From the day I wrote it to her birthday, there were a total of two hundred and thirty-five days. There are also 235 poems in total. 235. I hope that one day, she can fall in love with me forever.