That person, that wine, that prosperous tree
That night, that moon, that clear song
Long and long, lingering
Back then, who was holding the chopsticks, beating the cup, and singing a song called "Linjiang Fairy"? The clear voice was carried into the ears by the breeze, causing ripples in the heart.
That night, under the moon, who gave me a soft and warm hug to save myself from the bottomless sorrow, and then I fell.
The songs are cold, the feelings are warm