In the classical world, who rules the ups and downs?
After love, hate, love and hatred are gone one by one. What's left?
I only hope that your heart is like my heart. Let's go through life together.
After many years, we can talk and laugh freely and laugh about our current feelings.
The sword is like a dream. Waking up from dreams and returning to dreams, love and hate are hard to find.
Gratitude, enmity, right and wrong, everything is like looking at flowers in the fog, and there is no trace.