Flowers bloom at one thought, and flowers fall at the same time. After all, you have to walk on this long and celestial road by yourself. God Xiao Yan longed to be collected by others in his life, but he failed Ruoxi. He prevents me from being frightened, from suffering, from wandering around, from having no branches to rely on. She said, if there is an afterlife, I will never fall in love with you again. And he, the immortal, knew it, and she always knew that he would never come. He said, I hope you will be safe and sound in your next life and never take part in the disputes in this world again. They have passed through so much prosperity, but in the end they have not reached anyone's prosperous age. White tea and pure joy have nothing else to do. He is waiting for the wind and waiting for you. Bitter wine breaks the willows and now we are separated. There is no wind, no moon and no you.
One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit, one song and one sigh, one life for one person. If it hadn't been for that day, how could I have known the fate of the rest of my life in that moment. Dreams fall into dust, and the prosperity is gone. The wandering soul is still sad. Perhaps, parting is just a long journey in this life, but the tenderness of three lives and three lives is my love for you in this life, without regrets or resentment. The remaining ink of the fresh water in the distant mountains has faded, leaving behind a solitary and charming shadow that makes people feel intoxicated. The blue sky and blue rain are soft and thoughtful, but the little bits are always fragile, leaving people in tears. You have your happy journey, and I have my way of no return. Even if there is no return, even if I miss you deeply, I will still treat you as before, and the years will remain the same. The long song should cry, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds. The misfortune is beautiful, with cinnabar spots, and tears have overflowed. I look for your decline again and again, and don't care about rumors and rumors.
I don't love the glitz of the world, I don't write about the turmoil 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. If you don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger. In the dream, you promised me a life together; when I woke up, you left me, leaving the world desolate. And I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to the flowers and the night sing all the nightmares, all the prosperity, all the memories.
Concept: Fairy Tales