Your beautiful smile is like a bud ready to bloom
A wisp of your beauty drifts away
Go where I can't go
The sky is blue and waiting for misty rain
And I'm waiting for you
Smoke rises from the kitchen
Thousands of miles across the river
The Han official script written on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty.
Just think of me as a foreshadowing for meeting you