When a vulgar squirrel falls in love with the infinitely beautiful mythical beast Baize - Luohua, will you stay with me until we grow old and let the historical manuscripts write about you and me?
I still remember that the red lotuses you planted in the past bloomed very well that year. You looked at the enchanting pond, smiled gently and elegantly, and said in a low voice, "Qin'er, the flowers have fallen this year, but they will bloom next year. Now don't leave in a hurry."
——If you leave again, I will wait for you here. If you don't come, I will spend this life.
Over the years, flowers have blossomed and fallen. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
There is a saying: The fallen flowers will bloom, and when one person has faded away all the flowers, they will bloom——