The clothes are fluttering lightly, like snowflakes blooming. Looking at the scattered lotus, who is gazing and smiling.
Three thousand blue hairs have fallen to the ground, the frosty moon is unabated, I look back with a smile on the past, I look across the city walls and hope for your return, but I can't sleep.
Such a fleeting time, the green hair has not turned into snow, the flowing sound is empty and only the broken strings are left.
She is not a beautiful woman, but can only be covered by the gauze, but she cannot speak.
In this life, I have only Liuyin as my companion. How can it be that the world is in chaos, everything is lost, and you end up alone.