Before the moon, there was only one person under the fence, and Xiao Lang was drunk in the dim lights.
Time flies by like running water, why is it like a fleeting time?
I love you, so let go
Even if tears fall a thousand times
Even if I pour out my sorrows and complaints a hundred thousand times
This pain will never be forgotten
Until the country burns to ashes
——Jiang Jin
I don't know how to write copy. . Forgive me. .