Seeing each other is like not seeing each other, seeing each other hurts. From then on, they never saw each other again.
The flowers are blooming on the street, don't miss each other. From now on, the ends of the earth and the corners of the sea will never dry up.
The flowers are blooming on the street, don't miss each other. I won't see you in the next life, and don't think about reincarnation.
In July in Jiangnan, I finally failed you.
[Collection of Ancient Style Short Stories] A series of tear-jerking love songs.