Ten Miles of Wind and Flowers, Watching Paper Umbrellas Exhibiting Paintings in the Morning
In the snowy moon of Sanqiu, listen to the jade flute playing songs every night
——Qixi Valley
You and I are just passers-by in the long world.
We met in a hurry and left in a hurry
But why, I can't forget you
Prunella vulgaris, Prunella vulgaris
Grass destined to wither in midsummer
Your and my fate were already determined the moment we were born.
No one can change it?
Even if you are a fairy, even if you are a devil!