During the May Festival, she came walking on the water.
White clothes like snow, black hair like song. When Yingying smiled, she was filled with clear light.
When he was a child, he once saw a person dancing among thousands of white lotuses in Quyuan, but in his dream he did not see Concubine Wan Qiong, but saw lotus flowers blown by the wind.
The sound of the piano is long and the snow is white.
I especially remember that time, under the vast starry sky for thousands of years, you raised your eyes and smiled at me. A beautiful smile, desperate but flawless.
You don't know, you never know.
I once promised,
No matter it is a fleeting time or a floating life. Even if you spend your time, thousands of people will point you to it.
They are all willing to use a dynasty to imprison a demon spirit.