When the tea flowers bloom, their beauty is refreshing, but when the tea flowers fade, they take away the beauty of the world...
Suddenly my heart was taken away... I was filled with tears about the vicissitudes of life, but I couldn't tell the story of the mortal world.
Deeply trapped in that "military and iron horse, sincere and loyal" but unable to extricate himself, knowing clearly that the world is false but still missing his love.
I am nostalgic for the tough guy with iron blood and bronze bones, and I am nostalgic for the beautiful, delicate and affectionate woman...
The story in my heart cannot be calmed down for a long time. Maybe "fate" really will lead you step by step into the "wheel of fate" before your life comes to an end. No matter whether you are grateful or not, you must go without regrets...
Thinking of the tough women under each author, the majestic iron-blooded men, and the tea flower that failed in the end... I couldn't help but wake up and laugh at myself.
I live in modern times, but my soul is entangled... Is it just because of the fragrant blood and tears of tea?