Who, ethereal he walked through the green, noisy horse riding past. Who, by the embankment she passed by, the red mantle was picking up the dust from the wind.
Who plays the flute and dances the sword for whom, and who wears colorful clothes and feathers for whom.
Every word and every word in Luoyao's inkstone moistens the two wings of the next life with the fragrant ink.
Away from the hustle and bustle, just immerse yourself in your own thoughts and be obsessed with your own fantasies.
Then, I suddenly remembered that you in the days gone by.
Conception: