C451 What Do You See?

The poem is still there.

[I heard love.]

I believe in love.

Love is a pool of struggling blue algae.

Like a mournful wind,

passing through my lost meridians,

the belief of guarding the passage of time!

After five years, when she read the poem once again, Xia Yunchu could be considered to be deeply moved.

Where was the love that she believed in?

After a slight sigh