The sea is blue every year. Who will fill up the ice wheel? A piece of autumn fragrance was blown, and it was as bright as snow. Looking at the good days and good nights in sorrow, I know that they are all sad. Only the shadow is now, it can be compared to the bright moon of the past.
Playing hide-and-seek in □ once provoked Xiao Xiaojing and Wu Ye. Do you remember how lightly I fanned myself and how many times it cooled and heated me? I only end up with all kinds of feelings, always confused and irrelevant to parting. Once the purple jade was ruthless, it was blown apart by the cold night.
It all started from a dream. At that time, the time was lingering, everything was laid out, as clean as white snow, and you could see through it at a glance. Will you understand? Have all the things you miss become in vain?