Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, who's fingertips will it fall on? If my hair is gray and my appearance is old, will you still be like this, hold my hands, the gentle gentleness of the world said, with a startling glance, under the mist and rain. Later, wearing plain clothes and white gauze, she fell in love with Jian Jia
