Undecided

Once upon a time, You are the red cloud reflected by the setting sun, Downstairs, Huanghe's eyes were dim and drunk. Once upon a time, You are the path covered in red, The melancholy singing in the shade of flowers in March. Once upon a time, You are the plum shadow falling on the window lattice, The lingering fragrance lingering in the snowy winter night. Once upon a time, You are the ever-burning oil lamp in front of the Buddha, The lingering echo outside the temple bell. Once upon a time, I'm just the wind, Wrapped in thousands of years of reincarnation, The long love in the changing years...