The willows are green, peaceful and quiet.
The dance captivates the city, and the appearance captivates the country.
Who saw Jinghong at that moment when he turned around?
Who found happiness in that turning distance?
Who left Fengyue in the corner of his eyes when he turned around?
Whose is she?
Whose is he?
She said: From the moment my appearance comes into your eyes and you turn around, I only belong to you!
He was silent, the smile spreading on his lips.
Conception: