Yuxuan, there is nothing else but white tea and pure joy. I am waiting for the wind and waiting for you. The bitter wine folds the willows and we are now separated. There is no wind, no moon and no you. Myolie, I don't love the glitz of the world, I don't write about the chaos of the world, I don't lament the desolation of the world, and I don't arouse feelings and sorrow. Watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as ever.
In this life, if you give me a period of glory, I will allow you to be filled with flowers. In the prosperous and troubled times, all the world is dedicated to you; the green water is just for you to return to the fields and take off your armor. Who wore a cassock and had his hair cut off; who guarded the bronze and hid the flowers; who burned his eyes and let the sand rise; who pretended to be a play in a painting and conquered the world. I am willing to accompany you for three lives, a book on your pillow, a cat in your arms, and the person you love. The gentle wind will not blow for the rest of my life, I will not miss Anhe Bridge for the rest of my life, I will not want to be by your side for the rest of my life, and I will never forget my young promise when I return.
Later, the red dress and the clouds were not mine, but the tenderness of the world was already with me. There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love. How many flowers fall, how many look back, forever and ever, and sometimes they fade away, and there is endless love in one place. Whoever interprets the feeling of lovesickness, who longs for the return of a loved one, whoever holds rouge tears, whoever traces willowy eyebrows, whoever expresses love and resentment in the song, whoever misses the reincarnation of red sleeves, whoever expresses lovesickness wrongly, is a heartbroken person.
Concept: ancient romance