I once thought that the vast sea is like a mulberry field, and that the falling flowers that caught my eye for a moment were the wonder of eternal life. We missed time, the melodiousness of the sleeves, and the rushing water.
The flowers fall in the dream, maybe missing you is forever, but I am still in love with you, I can't leave, I can't let go. I wonder if Hongyan can still pass the letter, I'm afraid it's difficult to pass the brocade letter, the two places are separated, and I can no longer be seen in your eyes...