The steed galloped and swayed, treading over the autumn meadows.
The woman in white, her garments fluttering and her long hair dancing, swept past the strong man behind her, tickling him lightly with the wind's tug.
Her figure naturally nestled half into the embrace of the man behind her.
If this man were also in white, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, anyone who saw them would surely exclaim at their beauty.
Unfortunately, the two differed greatly in physique and appearance, like the contrast between a gorilla and a beauty.
More importantly, their hearts were far apart, separated by layers upon layers of lies.
Even more crucial is that neither of them is naive enough to fall in love just because they're riding the same horse.
After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, one loses one's madness, except for acting, there is no other way.
Yet this lucid madness, is it not true madness?
