Along the spring embankment at Sutang, with shallow grass beneath the horse's hooves, what keeps you lingering here?
Soft rain hangs like a curtain. A paper umbrella across the river. The first willows can't conceal your fluttering skirts.
Eyes tightly shut, brows lightly furrowed, fingers on the strings summon butterflies to dance. I can only smile at those memories, scattered in the dust and wind.
Another spring night comes to an end. In this life, I am fated never to see your smile. One laugh and sigh, and carefree joy scatters. A cup of bitter wine, my gaze yearning across the distance.
As everything fell into ruin, I poured out a lifetime of longing. The moonlight was cold and clear, severing the love our generation could not bear to leave behind.
Only the waiting wore away our youth, our names, and even the love between us.
Why do I think Wangtian looks better than If? [Sure enough, I still prefer the ancient saying Aoao><Wangtian took a look and found that the protagonists are all female. What about Nanzhu? Where is Nanzhu!! Then why is it a tragedy? [It seems that I cry a lot.
However, be good... Everything is cloudy and cloudy. . .