Wei Xue (Three Lives, Three Lives, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms)

Thousands of years of anticipation will eventually turn into ashes, don't think back, it's just a flashy dream The light snow is melting, and the previous days are gone. Thinking about the past, lingering for a while, lying drunk among the flowers, lingering lips. The black hair is all tangled, and the cardamom years are over. Conception: