Dielianhua·Spring Return on Moshang
It's late spring in the misty rainy south of the Yangtze River, and I'm walking alone on the street, with tears in my eyes. Yeyue's dream soul has nothing to look forward to, and when she looks back, her shadow is still miserable.
The clouds and flowers fly far away from home, and a piece of red heart disperses with the breeze. Do not think about where to slow down after a hundred turns. The drunken book leaves people with a sigh.