After many winds and rains, countless flowers have fallen, and the fragrant grass has no way to return to the end of the world. I can only live with Xiaofeng.
Who do you blame for whispering, leisurely sorrow and affection, all making Xiao Yinchuchu, you are gone.
In the depths of the mortal world, I am always used to remember you firmly with gallery paintings, but you don't know.
I put down countless pens and ink, and with this thin piece of paper, I traveled thousands of miles to the sky, and the journey was far away, with thousands of twists and turns.
I am infatuated with my fine brushwork, and as the lights dim, I wait for my desolation.
We will definitely meet each other in the next life.
This time it is a fusion of East and West, bringing the magical world of the West to China. I feel it is quite fresh. I hope everyone likes it, okay~
