The spring rain is lingering, who is dressed in white, riding a red horse through the autumn, who is sad, playing chess and waiting to return home...
"Wujun, are you leaving?"
"Well..."
As spring goes and autumn comes, the Wu leaves are fluttering, holding a silver whip, looking for you.
There are vast green mountains ahead, and the embroidered shoes under my feet are worn low, and my blue hair is helpless.
"Xiao Wujun, where are you..."
Heavy snowfall, wrapped tightly in white fur,
"Another year is coming to an end in Langqiu City. The snow is really heavy this year." He exhaled a puff of white air, picked up the cold wine and drank it all in one gulp. "Cough, cough..." There were tears in his eyes, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you to come back..."
Intention: Unable to get what you want, misfortune.