She is dressed in gray, and she is unruly and a little sad;
In front of his independent bamboo house, flowers flew as a hidden weapon as soon as he smiled.
We had known each other before, but we didn't know each other. We were affectionate, but we didn't know each other.
Thirteen years, two generations,
Layers of planning, with the smell of blood;
The face of the man who came back from the dead had his lips curled up under the mask.
Today's lover may be tomorrow's enemy.
In the red dust and purple streets, a yearning for lovesickness turns into bitter wine,
I don't know who betrayed whom.
The wild goose comes back again, can everything in the past be cut off?
Conception: