The storm passes in the morning. How much I worry about Hong and hate Zichen. The tips of the two brows are far blue, one after another. Another spring was missed by Yanghua.
The golden phoenix presses the delicate clouds. I couldn't stretch my back after sleeping through the screen window. I can't express enough my thoughts, and I feel heavy. The young swallow or warbler touches people.
---------- "Nanxiangzi"
Background music: Erquan Yingyue
Thanks to Xiaoxi for making the cover.~