Flowers bloom and fall, the sky is full of flowers, love comes and goes as the mood dictates
The wild geese go and the wild geese return, the geese never disperse, the tide ebbs and flows and the tide never sleeps
Late at night, I dream of Chanjuan under the bright moon. A beauty cannot be saved even if it is worth a lot of money.
I'm used to watching flowers fade and bloom again, but I'm afraid that their origin and destiny will disappear again