The bright moon in Chang'an and the falling flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.
He clings to his memories and suffers slowly, sealing up the past in silence. Half a lifetime is spent on one person - thinking about something, but the thought is far away.
The past years are not worth mentioning again. Those joys, tenderness, anger, and resentment, mixed with love and resistance, will eventually return to dust.
It was originally a lovesickness, but we never saw each other again.
Chang'an Fantasy Night Fellow. CP Mu Xin/Tang Hu
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