The street is long and the fireworks are numerous, you turn on the light to look back;
The short pavilion is short, the world is grinding, you sigh again.
"One day, I will take you to see the Misty Rain City in the south of the Yangtze River and the snow-shuang plains in the Mobei. As long as you like it, I will give it to you."
Intention: If Rong Hua fails again, the years will be endless.