Shuangqiang+Shuangjie+Childhood Sweetheart
(The clouds are falling and the osmanthus flowers are falling into the cliff. Jueyin looks back and smiles. In the pink peach blossom rain garden, the lingering fragrance of the tea cup accompanies the return of spring.
Broken porcelain is like pieces of heart. The mist and rain on the street are slowly returning. I don't know where to go, not as good as falling flowers in the wind and snow. )
Over a cup of tea, the friendship between the two fell apart.
A pot of wine can make people disperse without feeling lovesickness.
Snow is speechless, but she knows that her love is deep.
The rain is tangible, but I don't know why I hate it.
The walls in the palace are as close as the ends of the earth.
Dynasties have changed thousands of years ago, and time seems like yesterday.
The night and the moon are so close that they can reach out and touch each other.
Light and darkness are so far apart that they devour and consume each other.
No matter what:
"Welcome home, my little moon!"
