Chapter 1 The Song of the Chrysanthemum and the Sword—1
Life is just like this. The difference in the world is only the difference between "you" and "me". Any words may become bubbles. But in my eyes, there is not only dim gray. Like the dim weather. Standing in the city, entangled Not entangled with each other. Things are still the same as before. They are all fragile. Once there are cracks, it is difficult to restore them to their original appearance. Then they have their own twists and turns. Each is loved. Then it becomes clear, and then it becomes hot and cold again. Or maybe it is always good, Acquaintance and death. I think I can choose to give up, but I can't give up.
What the city shows always makes me feel a little uncomfortable, and all the signs are invisible to others. My dark night may be the beginning of someone else's day's activities. Besides, I don't break up enough. I always want to forget some things forever, such as the contract between life and death. Broad. Wither it, die with it, die with it. Just like yesterday Shen Nianjie said to the Chenxi man: "You said you came here for me, but you did it so that others wouldn't come here." "It's just me." Not sure if you really don’t know, like back then.”
I looked at the backs of these beauties in a daze, unconsciously, or maybe I never knew that I liked their color. At that time, I thought of Li Dai saying to me: "You go back and forth between me and the distance." "It's as if I love you. It’s forever.”