Copywriting:
One is that the west wind withered the green trees last night,
One is the east wind that blooms thousands of trees at night.
They played the piano and cooked tea, dressed in green clothes and white gauze,
I once strolled under an umbrella and drank together in the distance.
The mountains and rivers in his eyes, the peach blossoms in his heart.
Later, one person becomes crazy and the other person becomes stubborn.
His painting bones turn to sand, and his heart remains muddy.
He searched all over the six realms and waited for three lifetimes.
But I only wish that in the depths of the country, I would caress your grace.
Conception:
Giao! They are so sweet!