The clouds are gloomy and the mountains are hidden. It was on such a dark, confused, frustrated and melancholy afternoon that they met unexpectedly. There is no presentation, no rendering, everything is so bland...
Like flowers and dreams, like clouds and smoke, the melody of the aria keeps moving forward slowly...
However, by chance, she met the young man in the dusk again, and the bleak world instantly became warmer...
Waiting, waiting, silent, silent, the future is a mystery, no one knows the answer...
Ruoyu, Linxi, searching, searching, just to meet you again...
Leave the remaining lotus to listen to the sound of rain, and wait for the rainy night to sing for you...