Flowers bloom and fall, their origin and destiny disappear. The small bridge and flowing water are still there, and the flowers are always blooming and it is difficult for people to stay. At that time, the sun was shining brightly, and at that time, everything was desolate; at that time, the sky was full of fragrant grass, and at that time, the vegetation was full of withered yellow.
Who made a lifetime promise to whom, who stayed behind suffered desolation, who accepted who's fate, and who became someone's obsession. If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? The world of mortals has its first makeup, and mountains and rivers have no boundaries. The first face crushes the nightmare and has an unparalleled fate. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die. Who could ever remember that there was a girl named Mo Yang under the pear tree that year?