Between the flowers and the mulberry leaves, people are separated and their hearts are separated.
There is a vague whisper in the dream, the wind is blowing in the wind, the snow is blowing in the snow, and the geese are still flying in the snow.
The geese have not yet returned, and we meet each other as strangers. It has been the year of mourning, and the dance of the sword dancers is still chaotic.
Li flowers are flying all over the sky.
Flying all over the sky, the figures are gone and the mandarin ducks are scattered.
Between the moss and the flowers, there is the River of Forgetfulness.
Conception: