Chapter 649: 398 chapters, because of it, I thought of spring

398 chapters, because of it, I thought of spring.

398 chapters, because of it, I thought of spring.

A butterfly perched on a dead branch.

This is a dead butterfly.

Because of it, I thought of spring.

In this ice and snow.

Nor can anything.

make me think of spring.

Those distant beauties.

Only leaving some traces.

In my occasional dreams.

Or in my vague memories.

Lonely days.

Especially in this.

Cold days.

Always hoping that butterfly.

Could be in the deserted moonlit night.

Fly back just once.

Let me see it again.

That distant childhood.