The moon sets and the sun moves, the wind is strong and the sand is flat, and the sky and the earth are empty. Thousands of years of fame have been lost, and a thousand years of fame have been forgotten.
The dream of flying gods is broken, the clothes are fragrant and the people are charming, and the scenery is flowing freely. A hundred years of persistence and loneliness, and no deep love in a lifetime.
Thanks to Ishishimizu for posting this link. Encourage each other.
Fragrant in cold clothes