Who has been waiting by the kiln for thousands of years?
Waiting for the reincarnation of fate and facing the three hundred years of waiting.
A hundred years of love, a thousand years of sadness, and eternal perseverance
The wind in July that year was so lazy that even the clouds became hot.
I simply closed my eyes. In the scene, the two people were walking together.
My face is also gently pressed against your chest
I will always remember the summer wind, saying clearly that you love me
I saw your cool smile and sometimes you were shy.
The summer wind is blowing warmly through the hair and through the ears
The summer between you and me, the wind speaks softly
A blue and white porcelain leads to a time-travel legend
The boundless love of a hundred generations, the earth-shaking billions of emotions, turn into the rain of lovesickness, sprinkle in your heart, and blend into your blood...
Too drunk to wake up ~ only a blue and white jade porcelain is left, carrying the tears of our lives! (This article has been revised and republished, and the ending is uncertain!)