The brocade sail falls to the end of the world, the jade flute is cold, whose house is on the river? The empty building is miserable and the moon is miserable, and the ancient palace is rustling in the wind. In the dream, it was once prosperous, and the sound of waves filled my ears, and I could no longer see the flowers and horses. ——Anonymous
She waited for ten years, happily thinking that she was waiting for his sincerity, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be an accidental death. She should have known that his love and tenderness had never given her an iota of charity. Until his death, all he loved was the silent mute girl.
Thinking about it, going around in circles, but it hurts both sides.
Conception: