The bright moon is like the moon in the sky, and the dust beads are hidden in the towers of Qingshui.
A piece of pipa played in the wind and clouds, half-covered and half-covered by wind and dust.
The glass is like a dream that disappears, and the world of mortals is like a dream that is quiet and self-contained.
The beautiful appearance of the city in the passing years, the curse of thousands of reincarnations in the end.