The dust of the past is gone, the beauty is falling, the world of mortals is sighing, and the clouds are flying.
From then on, Xiao Lang became a stranger.
I still know that the vast sea has become a wasteland.
Memories are lingering, life is far away, love is hard to let go, this life is destined.
I hope you can find people with the same heart,
I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.