A farewell and a joy, life is like a dream again and again.
They may not have thought that they would fall into this situation, loving, hating and profiting, suffering but also happy.
They may not have thought that they would meet that person, trapped in a deep struggle, cold and warm at the same time.
That lively street, that raging fire, that snow that was so cold that my heart felt, that high palace wall.
At a good age, you will miss the meaning of love.
Fighting for fame and fortune, winning something and losing something.
I'm just vaguely confused about what I really want in my heart.
Waning moon in flower vase
The fragrance is gone.
It's a pity,
Infatuated wrong payment;
Poor,
An empty dream.
Just sigh:
Where can I be without melancholy when spring comes, and where can I not feel pity when in love?