The flowers are blooming, and it's hard to escape from the thread of life when you turn around.
Who waits for fate, will look back in the next life in a hurry
The world is still there, and the memory cannot bear the passage of time.
When will the everlasting regret like a dream end? Leng Xingfan,
I once made an appointment to watch the deep mist at night, feeling melancholy and wandering in the sea of clouds.
People are not the same as things, but when we say goodbye, our love and marriage are broken
Blood stains the beauty of the moment, resentment soaks the gauze and sinks into a flood
The dust and smoke of the past, fate stirs up chaos in Hong Ling
The face is miserable and the frost is weak, but the promise is too short to repay, and the years are short.
The haggard face is broken and chanting, and suddenly looking back, my heart is filled with chills