Once again the fallen leaves are in full bloom, and once again the snow is dancing.
Look at the bright moon, send a wisp of lovesickness, taste a cup of tea, and drink a pot of old wine.
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.
Raising a glass to invite Yueyue to be speechless, looking back to dream and hope for reincarnation.
My heart is flying to the sky, not knowing where to return.
Cangran smiles, but feels like crying but has no tears. Who can I send my love to?
When you meet the right person in the wrong time and space, is it a misalignment of space or is it a pulling force?
A childhood sweetheart who looks exactly like Xiao Zong;
The best prince with a private life;
The lofty and enchanting emperor...
It seems like a ruthless rejection but inexplicably they miss each other.
I was originally a wandering soul in the world of mortals. I had no intention of being bound by this otherworldly world, but I fell deeply into it again and again.
Cut off three thousand blue hairs, but not thousands of love threads.
In the world of mortals, my heart will finally fall into pieces.