"The pavilion in the south of the city is closed, and Lonely Crane only gets hurt when he returns. Dust and moss stains several lines of ink. Who will come to sweep the decadent wall?"
Twilight was approaching, and life was fading away. The moment you closed your eyes, you were filled with regret that you would never be able to forget. However, there was still a vague image of me.
Pain was like a tide filling my heart, hate like a shadow, accompanying love. When my memory went away with the wind, I stood under the peach tree in front of the door. Looking at the fluttering willows in the wind, a figure flashed through my eyes. That was you, the scar in my heart forever.
The sunset glow was bright, and the water was ruthless. The two knew each other, which aroused the lovesickness. Don't
