The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, the beauty was drunk. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.
After we said goodbye, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.
I have looked at that person's figure in many dreams, touched it with my fingertips, and woke up with a start as his breath faded away.
There was a waning moon outside the window, and white frost covered the branches. By the Yuxian Pond, it is cold to the bone, retaining the moisture of his fragrance, collecting the glitz of a lifetime.
I remember he once said that Liu Qingmo loved Mu Rui, but Mu Rui could never let Qing Mo occupy his whole heart. He laughed at his foolishness: "In the emperor's heart, the world is Qing Mo, and Qing Mo is the world."
Late at night, with him, in front of the candlelight, his smile is as bright as a flower. If God is kind, we will grow old together. Xuanjing Hall, a tomb? Mu Chen was left alone for the rest of his life.
If you are pity, you will bury the past and break your heart for love. Snow, moon and flowers are all glitz. Thousands of past events are all in the dust.