A hundred years of life are nothing but a hurry. Destiny has a bad road, and there are thousands of passers-by. My heart is lonely, who should I give my blessing to? Your eyebrows are deep and speechless. There is another person with deep love. The autumn wind blows hard and makes it hard to leave your clothes. The seasons change, and there is no way to save them. The burning fire burns the body, just for the madness of love. Once a close friend, we looked at each other from afar. Only my body and the vicissitudes of life are left.
At the end of a hundred years, I still have dreams. What's the wind blowing in your face? Old friends love each other. He Zi Qingmu? In a trance, the flames are burning. Where to return? The capital of gems. Three lives and three lives are both illusion and reality. Life is long and full of emotions. I hope you will know each other for the rest of your life. In the next life of Yingzi, I feel crazy about my son. Keep my heart alone and send it far away with the wind. What night is this? Sitting in the courtyard.
PS: Not Chinese classical style. It can barely be considered a Western fantasy. (Hehe)