Flowers, not finished yet. Love is gone
Thousands of years of expectation are just for this piece of paper.
After so many generations of grievances and resentments, in the end there was only a piece of paper.
The king, sitting in this country, cannot win the smile of the beauty.
A beauty brings disaster to this country, but it is nothing more than a word of love.
Look at the gloomy clouds, they have scattered and gathered, and their concentration has disappeared.
Looking sideways at the hero, he appreciates the long-lasting love of this woman.
Lower your head and smile. If your eyebrows are shining.