There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Six years later, the memories are still vivid in my mind.
He is a peerless handsome boy who is admired by all the stars, and she is a gentle and quiet ordinary girl.
The stars are still picturesque and the moon is still bright.
Time flies like water.
Six years have passed, and she has been waiting for that confession and the long-lost kiss.
However, that night, maybe it was just a dream.
Are you and me really just passers-by?