'Xiao Xiao, if I look back, will you still be waiting for me downstairs in Xuanyuan? '
'Yes, even if my eyes are full of tears, that is the past, bones and yellow sand, and they will never come again'
The old friends are still there, but the beauty is no longer the same.
On that rainy night that year, I didn't know where I was. The wind was so rustling, and you were alone and dim.
Maybe when the flowers bloom, I will remember the bouquet of orchids I left for you.
The Shengxiao was originally painted on flowers. Different flowers come in different years.