Xitang recalled that there was an alley behind it. Flowers and snow fly obliquely on the bluestone board, and the long sound sends the attic wind. Looking back, it was rainy.
Recalling Xitang, once again, the flag is blowing. The water is sparkling and yellow, and the balcony and gazebo are covered with small awnings. Somewhere tomorrow.
White walls and gray tiles are raining like smoke, and the ancient stone bridge is half curved.
Billius let bygones be bygones. Who did she fall for and sleep for?