"A Sheng..."
In that cold moonlight, the voice was so misty that it almost dispersed with the wind, but it fell as gently as light snow. It was broken and could not be picked up.
The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; three lives are cloudy and clear, and one day is full of joy and sorrow.
In Jue's words, when he was Rong Que, he was always proud, and he could never look more lonely and embarrassed than this. However, that was not what he wanted to hear.
The passage of time is like water, but it will eventually feel shallow. How can I think of painting the ground as a prison? The relationship has always been thin, but the young man here has nothing to do with it. Life is not spared, death is not spared. The sword rises and the vastness is broken, and the old flowers fall in a trance.
It's hard to find a drunken dream even if I lean against a thousand cups. People laugh at me in vain, which makes me shed tears.
A novice copywriter: (maybe spoilers...?)
A Crown Prince, burdened with the hatred of a blood feud and the destruction of his country, thought that his former minister had betrayed the promise he made when he was young, but it turned out that he had never meant it.
Intention: If life were just like the first time we met
