At the end of spring, some memories will disappear with the glass of poisonous wine in front of me...
"You said you should hold your hand even if you step on the flowers and go back... I allow you, how about it?"
Maybe, fate plays tricks on people.
He caused a war because of this tragic love. He is no longer his unparalleled master, and she is no longer her most beautiful woman.
The mountains and rivers are stained with blood, and the horses neigh.
It's just that this love shouldn't be wrong...
Vaguely, he was still holding her hand and brushing off the peach blossoms on her clothes, as tenderly as yesterday.
He promised her that he would accompany her to see the vast world
The only thing is:
If it is, the flowers bloom and fall, it has passed; if it is, the origin and destiny are extinguished, who is wrong?
If so, we should have understood the consequences of this karma long ago; if we have a clear understanding, we will eventually meet each other...
Intention: