Tens of thousands of people in the tents and domes are drunk, and the stars are crumbling. Returning to my dream across the Lang River, I was shattered by the sound of the river again. Still sleeping, still sleeping, the solution is tasteless when I wake up.
The story of the actor and the noble prince has a simple heart and a simple poem.
The gentle and slender young master with skin like snow and bright eyes met an unfathomably beautiful actor with a light smile.
How to transcend love and hate, Buddha just holds flowers and smiles...