Ashoka

The emperor's tears give birth to lotus, only the April day in the world, and the cuckoo cries blood leaves.

Born from tears, living from the spring, the chaotic silkworm eggs of the nine lives and nine generations, you break the cocoon into a butterfly, for whom do you caress the green silk?

On the shore of Ashoka Lake, the fairy lotus blossoms, only you are in the world.

In the afterlife, you, will you still appear?

Make a promise, just for me to bloom.

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Source of the poem - Yellow Tears, Supreme Slaughter, Chapter 0201.

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Dream tears, Qinglanyun, a chaotic silkworm butterfly, a chaotic green lotus・・・・・・

Maybe I'm a little sentimental, the tears are super low, my heart is still thinking, and my eyes are wet.

I was hesitating in my heart, whether I should put down a thick ink pen, so that the tears of a book friend who was as low as me would have wet eyes.

It's just that romance is not my forte, for fear that it will not be written well, so I plan to pass it off.

I don't know, fellow book friends, whether you like sensationalism or not.