The blue sky is falling in the yellow spring, the bones are in the world, your confession is my regret.
How long have I been delusional? Just thinking about it makes me feel ashamed. I have been suppressed for many years, and I am too cowardly to say a word of love.
However, there are twists and turns, and we meet again after death and life.
After all, life is not missed.
Intention: Mayflies do not have to go to Kunpeng, they can be happy in the heaven and earth
