In the season when the moonlight was lingering on the sleeping flowers, a sudden storm swept away everything and scattered the flowers everywhere.
Scattered years, an unopened letter, open the door, and a new world comes with its heavy past.
————Who is trying to pass through that densely woven lie?
Who is it, breaking off the green flower branches and waiting for the intoxication of the flowers blooming tomorrow?
The scattered moonlight petals are piled up layer by layer on the ground, but no one returns to the side where the fragrance is diffused.
The ancient Qingcang ballads were sung softly and drifting.
At night, your wandering black figure will eventually be swallowed by the bottomless abyss! Bury the sin!