The bright moon has scattered all the withered vines and mulberry trees, and the dark color reaches the sky.
We have never met each other on the tenth level, and we pay clear frost with every passing year.
On a cold and bland day, I lose my admiration, and the actors say that I am an idiot and have forgotten my admiration.
Who am I longing for? Zhiyingfu knows how to capture my heart.
Intention: Who am I longing for? Holding a tassel, you know how to capture my heart.