Three thousand enchanting spirits were born in confusion. A drop of clear tears enters the wine, and thousands of flavors come to mind.
Red-sleeved tall building curtains, Hong Ying, first encounter with lotus noodles. The shadows of the candles danced and disappeared suddenly.
How can I remember the farewell with melancholy? My soul is mourning, and I can't bear to cry before you. The red threads of the vegetation in the water swamp made it difficult for me to fall asleep for a while.
——"The Lotus Leaf Cup"
Intention: Love hurts people and is always false.
