Beauty grows old in a blink of an eye, and the world is as dusty as dust.
The sword thrust back then was so gentle that even when I remembered it again, I couldn't feel the pain.
If life were just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be such a sad painting fan?
The long-withered Yunyang Silver Dance slipped from my sleeves the moment I fell and fell at his feet, along with a little tear in my eyes.
In the end, all that was left in my mind was the unreally beautiful ten-mile peach blossom and the clear water...