How long, how far.
From that sunny day, from that rainy season.
The breeze whispers under the scorching sun, and the raindrops shadow the thunder.
All are out of reach.
When again.
In the forest, I could vaguely feel the chill of the cool breeze.
There is the music of shengxiao and the sound of konghou.
There is a faint fragrance and a touch of blue embers.
However, there is neither wind or rain nor sunshine.
How long, how far.
The brightness is far away, the silence is far away.
The dim sky in the old years, and the stars that don't want to show their faces.
It's all become a secret.
When again.
Among the flowers, I could vaguely hear the lingering aftertaste of ecstasy.
There is a deep twilight, and I don't look forward to the dawn.
If Zigui cries, it is better to go back.
However, there is neither wind or rain nor sunshine.