Heavy curtains are hung, under dim lights. Back to Lan and talk about the spring breeze. The moon fills the building, and the eyes fill with tears. Gazing at the red leaves, I have no intention of staying any longer. Hugh, Hugh.
The orioles have faded, and the spring has faded. It's easy to cry and destroy the incense and Luobo. Seeing no reason, it is difficult to hold back the hatred. The dream is short and the screen is deep, and the clear night is full of sorrow. Long.
Gods and demons are incompatible, but he still falls in love with her.
They didn't know each other before, but she sacrificed for him.
—Why? She asked.
-This is the word "love". He said.