In the drunken dream of the mortal world, please accompany me to live in drunken dreams and die in this Acacia Pavilion in the once prosperous and prosperous age. Please wipe away for me the memory of that night when the Acacia Pavilion was destroyed. The lingering drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River falls on my clothes, but it feels like it has penetrated into my heart.
Willow Yiyi, rouge tears and red candle tears intertwined on my face, gurgling tears in the late night. I still can't forget Acacia Pavilion.
Things are right and people are different, that's all in the past. But, Jun. Can I put on a smile?
Lovesickness is painful, lovesickness makes people cry, and lovesickness is the most unforgettable part...