The cold wind on the top of the mountain was stirring leisurely, a pale crescent moon hung far away in the sky, and a few wisps of floating clouds floated in the air.
A man in a white robe as white as snow sat quietly on the edge of the cliff, with long raven-colored hair hanging down behind him. On his lap was a silver-stringed phoenix-tailed harp, which glowed coldly in the moonlight.
Two thrown bridges, leaving people sinking into the blue sky,
Whoever abandons someone's love is willing to go to hell?