I had a dream, the hazy moonlight, the silence drowned in tears, the noisy crowd, and the scattered words in my mind.
My glass world is mottled in my memory, and those pairs of eyes reveal different brilliance, joy, pain, pride, despair... Until they can no longer be seen.
In the chilly season of spring, Xinghua is still smiling with her face half-hidden, just like her former glory, which always catches people off guard.
I don't know who is sighing at the bottom of the deep lake, with such a heavy sigh.