A solitary silhouette of a red candle is reflected in my long thoughts and faint hatred.
When I woke up from the dream, flowers were falling all over the ground.
I thought I would end up alone forever,
But I didn't expect that he would look around and find him in the dusk.
Life must be extinguished, but the soul is immortal. After thousands of years, the yin and yang cannot continue.
Looking back again, I sighed,
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is as continuous as silk,
Tears red makeup, miss you.
Conception:
Did you choose one?