A butterfly kissed the summer and died in the winter because it could not escape the biting cold.
In the world I live in, I have seen that butterfly. It awakened my pain and also brought me a warm flower.
You said that you love me the most when I wear a mask, gentle, strong, indifferent, and hiding countless lovely secrets.
He said, I am a clown trapped in a circle, always performing a lonely and pitiful play alone.
She said, Xiang Qianlan, the meaning of my existence is to destroy everything you have.
That summer we met, entangled, and separated. That late winter we met again, struggled, and tore each other apart. The bloody vines were entangled around the tail of memory, and the game without an ending continued to be played out - the likes and dislikes were all buried in the unaccompanied youth. I am a butterfly with nowhere to go. I cannot fly across the ocean, and I cannot hide from the evening snow, because in the bottomless night, there is no warmth, no light, no love, nothing.
Short Title | : | TBMMJ |
Alternate Title | : | 时光予我空欢喜 |
Status | : | Completed |
Author | : | Mo Anliang |
Genre | : | |
Weekly Rank | : | #1 |
Monthly Rank | : | #153 |
All Time Rank | : | #1 |