The cold grass in the setting sun covers the heavy door, and the green moss spreads over the basin after the rain.
Jade is the spirit that is difficult to compare with purity, while snow is the muscle and bone that is easy to ecstasy.
The beautiful heart is a little delicate and weak, and the beautiful shadow has traces of the third night of the moon.
Don't say that the immortal can become a feather, and accompany me to sing the dusk with passion.