The night is cold and thousands of doors are still in silence, and the sound of bells breaks the dream and saves the shadows of flowers.
You know what I mean, and I appreciate your pity.
I failed to live up to my appointment at this time, and the fragrance of osmanthus is so different.
This situation must be asked to God.
Burning incense and playing with the moon in the night, the fragrance of tung orchid is lingering in the air.
The past has become empty, still like a dream.
Fragrance makes ears, wax turns into tears.
It seems like two people's thoughts.