If the sky has feelings, the sky will also grow old. If the moon has no hatred, the moon will be round.
These are the two poems carved on the Ziwei flower hairpin, Ziwei flower...
Who am I?
What do I want to protect?
The promises once made can no longer be fulfilled. All that can be accomplished is harm...
My sister, this girl with a face like mine is as pure as a piece of blank paper...
And what about me? I was originally a piece of white paper, but now I don't know what color it has been dyed into...
Happy bluebird, when will it fly to me...