Chun - a fragranceless flower
I hope that the heroine in this novel can be as unassuming as Chun, slowly blooming happily under the carvings of the years.
I have read many novels where the heroine always ends up finding a good man or gaining power after traveling through time.
I just want to write about the life of a time-traveling woman, which may be full of twists and turns, maybe pain, and the wind and sand carved into the stone.
Wherever the wind blows, it blows to the end of the world
For whom exactly, for whom I am nostalgic
Where are the clouds flying? Flying over thousands of mountains and rivers
Where is the pause in the vast sea of people?
Sword light, sword shadow, human heart
It seems like the end is back to the starting point
Searching for the world
In your arms I sleep forever
The hand of fate pushes me forward
I shake with you and fly with you
Love and hate are entangled and inseparable
Why bother lingering?
I waited for you and swore to me
Since you have to pursue it, why regret it?
One day in the sky and ten thousand years underground
It's sad after all