There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and column is reminiscent of the past.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
Tell me, who loves you the most in this world?
No one loves me, I am a child abandoned by the world.
Tell me, if one day the world faces collapse, who will you choose to embrace?
In the wind, embrace yourself.
Tell me, have you ever loved or hated someone who you still can't let go of?
No, only a faint memory, a slight smile and a hello when we met.
So, you no longer have any nostalgia?
I want to sleep quietly and fly freely in a silent world, a free country where time cannot penetrate.
Flying wings, embracing the pure blue sky with wide open wings, white clouds lazily drifting by the wind, who am I? Such warm wind, warm sunshine, warm mood, extremely joyful, am I already close to heaven?
Flying wings
Hahahahaha, it's so itchy, Duodan
Intention: You ten years ago, and you ten years from now. Are you still the same person you were then and you now?