What an ancient and quiet night, they walked into their dreams to look for the disappearing sea of stars.
The first time I heard his voice, he would giggle, like the whisper of a swallow, the expectation in his ears.
Maybe if life were just like the first time we met.
The river in Hui'an, my mother's cheongsam, the daisies flowing in the mountain stream, and the heavy rain that shouldn't have washed away the memory beyond recognition.
Opening up Hongmeng, no matter who is interested in love, it is only for the romantic love.
During the three months of the beacon fire, where will their dreams go after they are stained with dust? . .
However, the heavy rain started again.