The red dust is flying all over the sky, the rays of light are flowing in the eyes, and the heart of beauty dies before she grows old, but she said, the whole city is filled with empty tears.
Waiting again and again, only to be forgotten.
Red lotuses bloom and candlelight dances.
He is no longer the original Chuliang, nor is he the original Hongyu.
For whom? Sad for whom?
For whom do you show your beauty and smile? For whom do you keep a thousand-year promise?
He can't forget it.