Broken longings surround the sky like white catkins - "Mo Ran's Ci"
I turned this page lightly and saw the misty clouds and dust passing by.
Dreamy water lingers on your fingertips, outlining your icy face.
I played the piano and sang softly, and the fireworks in Jinling filled the sky;
You suddenly look back, but the lights are dimmed.
The young man who came riding a blue kite was involved in the raging chessboard.
The long journey in the world is painful, and Haoran draws his sword and faces the mountains and rivers.
When I stop my hurried steps and look back at your full smile, my long moon-white hair has been scattered for nine days.
King, you still have dreams.
King, it is difficult to pick up the scattered memories.
I gently stroked my beautiful eyebrows, crushing Linglong's heart from a distance.
I want to have the power to turn clouds and rain, but I keep twisting the red thread in my heart.
King, then I will help you.
The fate of the world is finally over, and the childhood sweethearts are finally strangers.
Carrying the mission I shouldered, I staggered away in the wind and dust, burying the sadness and loneliness of the past.
Mo, do you regret it? No.
Chen, are you looking forward to it? Hehe, hehe.
If you have never had it, how can you expect it?