The trees are fragrant and the daisies are falling, and there are only a few beauties along the way.
In the dream, there was a faint trace of powder and water, but now the duckweed is broken into pieces.
The autumn rain on the cheeks is suspected to be tears, and the moon returns to the pavilion to get drunk at midnight.
There is no sadness left in the long night, the fragrant traces are hidden and the lotus has fallen asleep.
Just like smoke and dust, chasing dreams in this life is just to repay kindness. Over and over again, this world is no longer the same.
She is just a commoner's daughter, but for the sake of kindness, she got involved in the fights between men!
No matter how bad the flowers are, I lost my freedom for you, but my heart is still at ease!
Don't forget what you can't forget, remember what you want to remember!
But, you and you, I am between you, so what do I do, so what
Maybe... Maybe...
This is a story in my mind, a story in my mind
For a man to conceive a dying woman... Is it painful, is it painful?