At that time, who was looking for the sunset and the sadness in the outer circle of the city? Nowadays, who is seeking the dawn and the tranquility of the city? Everything is not as simple as nothing in the dream, but a hidden complexity that makes people crazy.
The fate is gone, no matter how the marriage is, the eyebrows are furrowed, the dimples are painted red, and the person becomes drunk overnight.
Let the knights sing poems and drink wine, how generous they are. The generals are fighting on the battlefield. In the end, they still look into the distance, slowly leaving the fog and turning into hazy twilight.
Linglong stole the jade in the east building and the west wing, and his head turned white and his beauty faded. The autumn light is clear, whose silhouette is reflected in the pale yellow moonlight?
Even if one is very spiritual, one cannot understand the reason for this coming and going.
He doesn't understand, but he is suitable.
They understand, but they can only stand by and watch.
Who is looking back, catching a glimpse.