The flowers bloomed and withered, and the last three years of her life were spent in the cold palace.
The door opened and he stretched out his hand, the golden threads of the dragon robe shimmering.
Who sang to the emotional point? He hugged her passionately: "I love you."
Who sings the sad part? He looked at her silently and said: "Be thrown into the cold palace."
Who sings about the desolation? She was seriously ill and bedridden in the cold palace.
Who sings the dull part? She was speechless with him.
No matter what kind of prosperous song, he and she will never be able to do it again.
It turns out that there is a kind of love called love that is so deep that it lasts forever.
It turns out that the love between you and me is over.