The dawn wind is accompanied by a silver hook, and the shadows are chaotic and difficult to piece together. -
The waning moon is alone in the cold building, and the cool breeze is blowing gently and wrapping around the sleeves. -
I played the flute with sadness, and my tears flowed without words. -
The cup still holds a drop of wine, and the bronze mirror does not change the appearance. -
The beauty has two lines of sadness on her face, she wants to say something but stops. -
The word love is already worrying, how can we hold on to the mandarin duck buckle? -
--Slightly drunk-