The weather is new on March 3, and there are many beautiful people by the waterfront in Chang'an.
The posture is strong, the meaning is distant and true, the texture is fine and the bones are even.
The embroidered clothes shine in late spring, and the golden peacocks and silver unicorns frown.
What's on the head? Cuiwei (獍狹) leaves droop on the temples.
What do you see behind you? The beads press the waistband to stabilize the body.
Originally the best friend of the other party, she became a lifelong enemy by accident.
We met when we were young, held hands together in youth, and passed through the years.
On a starry night, when I sit alone, after singing and teasing, I recall old dreams.
"You are wrong. If we are true friends, we will never be separated for a long time."
"I've had enough of you lying to me like this. We will never be friends again."
[The character story is generally adapted from the author's bloody life experience~~! ! But of course it didn't happen in ancient times... This is to commemorate a dead friendship and love~!