The human world is tasteless, and this feeling is the most hurtful. The scattered flowers chant explanations, and the fragrant grass darkens the soul.
It's easy to sigh that beauty ages easily, but it's hard to see how good the years are. The flowers bloom with a smile, and the passionate sun sets at dusk.
Gold and jade are hidden in the soul, only stained with dust. After a thousand years, I snap my fingers and say goodbye in tears.
The wind is mute, the rain is dull, and the flowers are falling again in another year. Songs bring thoughts, dances shake the dust, it's another year of bleak wind.
Xiaomeng is full of love, and there is a constant flow of fear. Is it because she doesn't understand love, or is it because he doesn't understand her love?
Apricot blossoms, mist and rain, we are in love. With my sleeves full of dancing flowers, I returned to the mortal world with a smile, and ended up with tears in my eyes.
Three feet of warm red spring night, the face is like a hibiscus looking forward to a charming smile. I still hear your smile, and my soul is haunted by dreams.
If from the very beginning, what you wanted was not for me to be by your side. Then I just want to watch the red ribbon quietly, the time is gone and there is no way back.