The empty rain makes autumn become more misty and misty, and various threads surround the ears and filter the mind.
Why do dark things fly to the sky, and green leaves fly in the air to bring about dreams.
The poem that always comes to mind, Ling Luo opens the dilapidated bamboo door, and the white tea flowers have bloomed to their peak, and a few white flower pieces are seen falling to the ground. The eroded earth smell and the fragrance of the flowers create a desolate and strange atmosphere. Lingluo broke off a branch of the tea flower, and the blood on her hand dripped down the stem. There were hook-like thorns on the stem of the tea flower. Lingluo just looked at the flower.
Is she always the only one left in the end?