Passing through the bottom of my heart, but unable to transcend time.
As time goes by, I can't miss you anymore. ————"Travel"
The bright moon of Qianqiu will leave you, and the sound of songs will be sad before the water shines.
The clouds rise and fall in the dream, and the smiles dance gracefully, and the face dances to the end of the world.
A lone boat floated by, and the wind fell and snowflakes covered the head.
At the end of this song for you, it suddenly seems like a dream offering a new look.
The glory and splendor are once again dreaming in the south of the Yangtze River, and the dreams are sent to the ends of the earth.
When will the flowers on Moshang bloom and return? Clouds and water meet in dreams.
The day will come when I miss you, just like the fragrance of dust blooming everywhere.
Last night, the breeze filled the hall with flowers, and a pipa song made me miss you for a long time.
The floating life has passed, and it is a song for the king. The world is difficult, and the love is entangled and concealed.
The red string is broken, the smoke is long, and I have no time to remember, but I am not willing to give up.
The long street is full of moonlight, how sad is it? How sad?
The confusion of time and space made it impossible for her to distinguish between everything, whether it was herself or others.
She will be relieved, smile, and understand, but she will not forget.
In that misty and rainy Jiangnan, one glance will be unforgettable and unforgettable for a lifetime.
She understands that since she is alive, she must live well and love well, no matter what.
Real copy:
I want to record a story of mutual affection, lightly. Just like true love has come. The heroine is not smart or novice, she just wants to live freely and follow her heart.