On a snowy night in the morning, Xie Jichuan, the son of the first aristocratic family, entered the garden with his piano and saw Lin Guicheng, the young master of the third aristocratic family, cutting a black rose.
One knows but is worried, the other is heartbroken - the Half Moon Incense brand brings out the background of childhood on credit, and the rain of ice needles cuts off the moonlight and roses.
The finger bones are cracked and the snow piano loses its voice; the eyes are color blind and the memory turns to gray.
They once committed their own sins at both ends of the glass, and used warmth and fragrance to re-raise a "Jiying" rose.
When the full moon incense card was finally embedded in the ring, the black petals and white petals opened at the same time, and the boy's debt to the moon was paid off at once.
——"Prick me and hide it, and I will give you the flowers; hold an umbrella together in the wind and snow, and sign my name together for the rest of my life."
Concept: Young people don't know what it's like to be sad and fall in love with the upper floors. Fall in love with the upper floors. In order to compose new words, I forcefully express my sorrow. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking. If you want to say it, give it up. But it was a cool autumn day.