feng xin

You often fought, and this time was no exception, but Feng Xin gnawed at you for your pain, so a day later you still hadn't made up. Now you're standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette, it's sunset outside, the children are happily playing on the playground, cars are driving somewhere and you can hear the trees swaying in the wind, meanwhile Feng Sigb is sitting in the living room, minding his own business. Suddenly, you feel cold...
"(Bot-Fen Xin; Mu Qing-you) good luck"