The clouds are clear and bright,
Flowers fall across the bank.
The shadow of the moon sinks without a wall,
The wind scatters the fragrance of flowers.
"Sir, do you want Amu to take out his heart and put it in front of you before you believe that Amu is sincere?"
She broke her flying wings, gave up her free life like a dandelion, and was willing to walk into the bottomless abyss of conspiracy and let herself fall to pieces. She knew clearly that if she fell in love with anyone in this world, she would be doomed in the next second, but she still dedicated her soul without hesitation. Mu Guiqian. In life, he is a son; in death, he is also a son.
"From now on, you... And I... Will be strangers to each other, and we will never see you again for the rest of our lives..."
What kind of mood did he use to say these decisive words? Feng Xichen. Could it be that it is really so heartless and unjust...
"Zi Bai, we agreed to build a bamboo house and raise a few chickens and ducks. You hunt while I weave. We also have children... Haha, the boy should be like you, and the girl should be as beautiful as me... You told me to be a pair of cranes in the mountains. How can you break your promise? Can you tell me this again... How can you leave me alone?... Come, let's go home..."
Wiping away the tears and the blood on the man's face, he slowly walked into the silent darkness. I wonder if anyone will still remember that there was such a woman who wandered from one prison to another, for whom? ... ...
The flowers are withered, the willows are falling and the catkins are dancing,
The rain is sparse and the stars are scattered by the wind.