The cool mist in the air carries the remaining
The slightest hint of warmth was swept away by the wind to a place beyond my reach, getting further and further away...
I came to the bank of Luoshui River and drank Luoshui. I had blue hair and white hair and jade bone skin. I took off my Chinese clothes. I called myself "Meng Po" and took a bamboo hat to the place where I was the only one - "Four Seasons Palace".
Xiuchi would always look at me with a helpless expression, looking behind me which was already red with wine.
Penetrating the sky, he said to me faintly, nightmares are the strongest wine in the world, the nothingness of reality, and the truth in the heart. Everyone will have their own
One's own dreams, and those who create dreams will never have dreams...
But I don't understand until you are already dust.
If one day I no longer want to look for it in my dreams...