There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and column is reminiscent of the past.
The two young people in the fleeting years dreamed of meeting each other, and their smiles made the world lose their color.
Once I think about it for a long time, the Tao seems ruthless and affectionate.
Origin and destruction, blue sea and mulberry field.
I just want to have no regrets or regrets in this life...