Fate knows that the song is right, how can one forget the love of Sichuan?
The story is a tender one, telling the story of yesterday in a soft voice.
(Of course, there may be crazy abuse later)
How to say you like it?
I hurt the softness of my heart again and again,
But it took root again and again.
The love of youth is the joy of my little daughter's family,
But the husband doesn't know it, all deep love is a secret.
What a gentle man he is!
The fragrance of plum blossoms penetrates into the bones,
As always,
Hidden lightly in dreams.
Being loved requires courage, we are all that silly girl,
I want to be loved, but I fall apart again and again.
Until I met my master and my senior brother,
I thought I would be safe from now on,
But the remaining lotus is used as leaves, and I am the lotus myself.
Someone is waiting. It's time for us to go back. Can we go back together?
You are my brother, how could this happen? How could you be so stupid?
It is also the first time for me to be a teacher...
The residual sound is like a broken flower rising in the morning, half of its life is scattered and half of its body is dust.
Brother, let's go home!
Intention: to watch