I slowly closed my eyes, and the sound of horse hooves in my ears became smaller and smaller...
In the haziness, I vaguely saw a person walking towards me. He stood there, gazing at me tenderly, like the rising sun in early spring in March, shining all over his body.
I heard his voice, it was very soft and pleasant.
He said: Qingluan, you are here.
Yao Yao Lingfeng, long and long return. I think about it for a long time, but it always goes against my wishes. There is no end in sight, when will it fly?