Coming from Wang Ye
Love is a thread that involves you and me throughout our lives.
The flowers in the peach forest withered and flourished, and your Chang'an was defeated for the rest of your life.
One is as gentle as jade.
A frosty one.
Who remembers, under the peach blossom forest, the flowers are flying and snowing? Who remembers, under the peach blossom forest, there is no guessing.
Long nights of lovesickness
A person's heart has become desolate, and he has to guard his past.
It is difficult to fall asleep when one is full of worries.
In the end, it's hard for you and me to tell the numerology
From Pingzi
The fire that night
Even if the night sky is red
But it didn't end the grudge
My hands are full of blood and I walk alone
the only warmth
Yes
you are waiting for me
Fortunately
it's you
Intention: