The broken stars are as beautiful as the broken cherry blossom petals. After thousands of years of waiting, dreaming back from the past, who is writing the sorrow of the past? The burning fireworks lit up the entire building. How many secrets were buried in the blue starry sky under the snow?
The stories of each world are like stars flowing and condensing into a glacier, stirring in my heart. The three souls are disconnected and the seven souls are continued. Even if I wait for a thousand years, can I fulfill my wish?
The wormwood in the distance exudes a quiet fragrance. In the world of hunters, there is no right or wrong. Years of disputes and entanglements, ice and snow competition, are actually just a few cells in the mind. If they are lost, they will disappear forever...
In the cracks and gaps of thousands of years of time, is it passing away? Or stranded? The memory that is dusty in the memory, the day and night that overlap in the day and night...