According to legend, seven hundred years ago, the pear blossoms in the three realms competed to bloom, and the fragrance overflowed.
He is like snow.
He is like fire.
She was tortured to death by the poison of love.
The love between him and her has been entangled for thousands of years, and it can't be sorted out, and it is finally cut off by the love like snow and fire.
Seven hundred years later, it blends with snow and shines with fire.
You said that when your string breaks and the tone collapses, you will allow me to have black hair and gray hair.