The world is surrounded by red dust, the rain is falling, the two magpies depend on each other, and the sky is empty. When the butterfly is waiting for separation, whether it is love or hate. This love never gets old.
I don't know what to do, my thoughts are vague, and the lone wild goose sings, complaining alone. Jiao's tears should be caused by bitter emotions, whether they gather or disperse. These tears never go away.