The rain stopped.
You turned and left.
The wind has dispersed thousands of pieces of fog. Looking back, there is only a beautiful outline, so I buried you in tears. Perhaps, amber will form after 1000 years.
Flowers withered, whirled down and turned into colorless butterflies on the ground. Broad seeds, in the abandoned love, gradually wither. When the wind blows, I can't see the road under my feet clearly, but no matter how I step through Qian Shan, I still have to find the lost tears, so I dare not shout again, for fear that amber will turn into tears again and fall into the endless sea of suffering ... Standing at the highest point of the ice peak, my heart is still swaying with the snowflakes. A journey without goals is like a winter night without stars, just a cycle of station after station in the dust of the world. Perhaps, in the darkest place, there is my only ancient one with the twinkling wings of an elf. ...
Close your eyes, fantasize about the afterlife, become a tree, and pass by every day. I don't want too much, just want to look at your fluttering hair band and distant back every day.
But the pain after waking up is a blank that anyone can fill. Behind the innocent smile, there are always shining swords, which make the stinger blind. ..
When I am awake, I find myself standing at the highest place in the sky, shaking off the sunshine, but I still want to look for you in the lake. When the cherry blossoms fell asleep again, they finally saw your tearful face, afraid to bow their heads, for fear that the dripping tears would break your Millennium dream.