Copywriting: Ai Ai Chen (xuan) grass, lonely and wandering, there is no joy in life, how sad is death? In this world covered by ice and snow, it would be nice to have your warmth... I just want to hold my hand and grow old together with you.
It was just a matter of lovers knowing each other, but little did they know that it was just a dream, and it was just a pile of loneliness all over the floor. Looking back a thousand times, I see you like the eyes of the evening star, full of affection. Why is it a pool of autumn water with clear shadows?