The cherry blossoms fall, leaving the sorrow of separation behind, but they reveal the end.
She held the scattered cherry blossom tree and smiled charmingly,
Watson, let me use my own to chase you in this life. Will you accompany me again? Yes!
The cherry blossom trees are no longer scattered, and the sky and the earth are covered with white snow. A hundred trees stand proudly up and down.
He pointed his sword at the world for her, Feng Qing, I would trade the world for you, come back...
When the phoenix is gone and the love is gone, there is a blooming spring, and the cherry blossom trees are swaying.
The familiar figure is no longer familiar...