She had never seen such a beautiful man, such a breathtaking beauty, such deep eyes, and such a sad song.
The moonlight was bright and gentle, and the beautiful radiance slowly poured on his long ice-blue hair. The cold sea breeze blew gently, and his soft hair swayed in the wind, poetic and picturesque. His jewel-like eyes make people dare not gaze into them. They are like a deep pool of spring water, full of magical energy. If you look at it for a long time, you will jump in desperately and gradually become trapped and unable to extricate yourself. It's a pity that the spring water is bitter, not clear, not pure. There is sadness gathered in it, and there are endless sighs.
His sad singing floated in the cold sea breeze, slowly seeping into her heart bit by bit.