On that day, the moon was full of stars, everything was rare, everything was empty, and everyone was sad.
That month, Baiyi Shengxue was destined to fall.
That year, love and affection were like moths flying into the flames, and it was hard to heal the wounds of separation.
In that life, I will never be lonely again, buried deep with you.
The moonlight is like snow as the eyebrows are flowing, and the flowers are flying and falling into the red water.
The deep love is hard to conceal and lingering, and the fate of Rizhao West Bridge cannot be escaped.
A glass of wine brings tenderness to the eternal song of separation, and the tears are broken and the heart is filled with sorrow and entanglement of love and hate.
The joys and sorrows are separated, the mountains are poor and the rivers are restored, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque.