Sadness, nostalgia, emotion, ignorance, palpitations... All the world's phenomena are conveyed to the pen, turned into handwriting, and bloomed on the paper.
The glazed lights on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, please save my dead souls
Please collect the old article (under major revision) "Fireworks and Dust" (click on the column to see it), the copy is as follows:
The past that was buried by the wind and sand in Mobei thousands of years ago finally wakes up after a thousand years.
Is the curse of God that the ancient city carries is love or hate?
The green bamboo flute has never changed its appearance; just like myself, I have never aged.
I have been wandering in the world for thousands of years, but I still haven't found you.
I forgot everything, lost everything, only this green bamboo flute remained.
In a dead city in the desert, will I ever get an answer?