Purple flowers bloom early. On the Huangquan Road, the ice wind and smoke are curling up, and the white clothes and belts are fluttering.
I laughed, laughed, laughed wildly. ． ． ． ． ． For the first time in a thousand and one years, I laughed. I forgot who I was waiting for, who I used to be, and what I am now. But I am still waiting for you, Zijin. What a funny thing!