In the end, what will be the end point?
Under the tree, am I disturbing other people's dreams, or are you, like a beautiful flower, lingering for me.
Don't hide, fate is going around in circles.
There is no ending.
Illusion, phantom.
It's just that Huafa occurs prematurely.
And what about you?
Where?
Are you waiting for me to call you thousands of times or ten thousand times?
No regrets. Don't lose. Don't forget.
The courtyard is quite deep.
Who can call Qian?
----------I guard the garden full of fragrance, but I don't know where it is.