Ten years of life and death,
If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away. There is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
The night is quiet. The dream suddenly returns home.
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, the moonlit night, the short pine tree