Waiting for the crickets to die, people are talking about the west wind bank. The moon sets over the sand and the flat river looks like practice, and you can see all the reeds and wild geese.
The secret teacher is worried about the loss of Lan Cheng, and is pitiful about his love every night. There is only one Wuye, but I don't know how many autumn sounds there are.
Jianghu is always a tragedy. Love and obsession are inevitable.
In the end, I can only sigh. The sound of autumn is lingering. If you take a walk, can you get out of the carousel of fate?
God's calculations are not as good as those of humans, and everything ends up in vain. Sigh, sigh, sigh.
Look what I found! Fresh!