Someone just sent me an email....
This email changed most of my life
When I met you, I saw colors
Divorce, the love is so deep that it turns into love
Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
Knowing each other and cherishing each other can be said to be fate, and we will live up to our time.
Snowflakes on the road to Chang'an, swept by the autumn wind, don't play the sad tune
Concept: Parting is the beginning of reunion, and the beginning of two people is meeting