Money Pit 'Last Night's Ephemeral Flower' Xuān Xī Yì Wén

(buy=10000) Early in the morning, I opened my drowsy eyes and saw you withered on the windowsill. I knew I had missed another beautiful night. I wonder what kind of night you spent. While I tossed and turned in sleep, perhaps you held a few strands of shyness, a few strands of helplessness, and a few strands of the melancholy of finding a kindred spirit hard to come by, gently opening your heart, offering fragrance to the night, to the stars, and also to... Thus, you walked past my lonely window, carrying a hint of regret. The stars were intoxicated by your scent, the night envied the brilliance in your life. Yet I, in my dreams, missed the long-awaited you in that instant. When a person possesses something, they do not care for its existence; once it quietly disappears, its value is realized. \ And many past events, many years, were they missed by me because of this? The beautiful things I overlooked—are they like the mutual neglect between people? Only when on the verge of disappointment do we treasure that brief moment of missed connection in our hearts. Perhaps, years later, in a sudden glance back, we will still remember you that night and me that night.\ In fact, what I missed was more than just last night; I only hope that in the future, I will not make the same mistakes over and over.(/buy)