The wind is blowing, the water is full of flowers, and the bells are ringing in the corners of the eaves and pavilions.
I still remember that time when you looked back and smiled, your smile was as sweet as ever.
Flying flowers and catkins, neon clothes dancing gracefully, how many emotions are flying.
The flowing clouds on the wide sleeves, the piano music condenses on the fingertips, and the clear water and lotus flowers escape the hustle and bustle of the world.
In the red dust and purple streets, I search thousands of times, look back thousands of years, and feel the love for my beloved.