Colorful clouds and clouds and lotuses are also in dreams and hazy. Stepping lightly on the microwave picking lotus lake, dancing skirts swaying in the wind. I don't know if it's Lian or Yiren, I want to perish. The sea of flowers and corpses are everywhere, and the sky is full of red wounds and sorrow. Walking on the cliff with dancing sleeves and flying catkins, singing softly about winter plum blossoms under the late moon. I don't know whether it's hatred or paranoia, and I feel ecstasy.
We are related to each other, cherish each other, and there is no resentment even if conditions arise and perish. Liuli, wandering.