I seemed to have had a dream, in which a graceful young man rode towards me on horseback. There was a bright moon, pear blossoms thousands of miles away, colorful fallen flowers, and dust was flying wherever the horse passed.
Later, my vision became increasingly blurry, and the young man's figure gradually lengthened, but I couldn't see his face clearly. Maybe he was smiling...
Tick tock, but why am I crying?
Concept: Nalan Xingde's love