Flowers are blooming on the other side of the river, and Wangchuan is also on the banks of the Forgotten River. Naihe bridge is empty, and three lives are written on the stone of three lives.
Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand crazy thoughts. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
In the peach blossom forest, I stood among the burning peach blossoms, letting the peach petals blow across my face. Looking into the depths of the peach blossoms, the purple shadow made people hallucinate in a trance. When he turned around, the breeze blew his black hair, his face was comparable to that of a heavenly being, and the corners of his smiling mouth outlined an arc. At this moment, I only have him in my eyes, and he only has me in his eyes...
Maybe, at that moment, my heart belonged to him.
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