Time turns back, and a sigh spans a thousand years. How many times have dreams of longing finally dissolved into mist and rain?
As spring gives way to autumn, all I wish is to gather a single petal and pass through the cycle of mortal life, scattering its lingering fragrance across my next life.
If there are friends who want to read on, Just look at... Qiuyiwu... (The homophone is Qiyue Ranwu) written by this author. For some reasons (actually I forgot the password... Hehe), I don't need this anymore. I don't need this.
So what? I feel very kind when I see your name... (That character is pronounced "bowl", right?) My name is Mu Wan, which is homophonic to wooden bowl. TAT~
Boss, as long as you continue to write, I will give you my full support~~