Wine always gives people endless reveries. This story starts from wine. When most people drink this glass, they will have some feelings no matter how young they are.
Opposite is the undefeated mountain of ice and snow. I stood on the opposite side of the mountain, holding my heart in both hands, making a hand seal, carving an ancient forbidden spell, freezing my heart, and leaving a lot of tears. I knew that it would be another hundred years before I left.
I took out the box of wine. It was the wine I brewed for her.
The aroma of wine overflowed, and it was raining that night.
She asked me, if one day my soul dies for you, will you shed tears? I told her I would freeze my heart for you.
The holy light seemed to come from the nine heavens, and at that moment I felt heart-piercing pain.
Not because of the pain of the seal, but because I will be separated from you forever.
The peach blossoms bloom, the spring breeze smiles, the beauty is drunk, as charming as the moon, and I drink wine with her, and the night rain is flowing.