Visible love, indescribable love.
When the warm fragrance is blurred in the long years,
When the prosperity of the past turns into stains of tears,
She will still look up to the sun and smile.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" The foreign vampire drank the bright red liquid.
"Does it hurt?" Dongfang boy held up Hongzhu's tears.
Do you remember the flower rain of that year?
Do you remember love?