The corridor is full of lovesickness, and the setting moon becomes a solitary lean.
The ground is covered with traces of sorrow and no one can save it, and the shadows on the dew wet Langgan are covered with traces of sorrow.
The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time?
After three hundred years of twists and turns, you and your Majesty, love and hate... I can't help but ask how can I have the best of both worlds in this world, so that I can live up to the world and live up to you!