Scorpio: stone.

With one thousand years to carve his heart, weathering the edges and corners, blew away the eager, let the heart out of the original appearance, waved light wave, the precipitation and accumulation, suddenly look back, if the man is still waiting for, is a kind of comfort, one thousand empty rooms, the scorpion.Put heart into his appearance, is can't go back, can do is miss and memories, and the nostalgia is benign, but a vicious cycle, until the stone holes, by time grinding into powder, the scorpion fragments of the heart, where is falling.