It's late night, people are quiet, the moon is near the stream, and the past is shattered, calling it unbearable;
Chunhua looks back, not knowing how much she has poured out, and nostalgic for the past, not knowing how to talk about it.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
We shouldn't see each other again, but we still can't help but want to meet each other. I don't know why.
Some things are better forgotten, even that person, that thing, that peach blossom season.
The forbidden area of the Qingyu Sect is full of people, and the peach blossoms are blooming extremely coquettishly at this time.