It's like the moonlight stored in sand and water yesterday, clear and cool.
Sigh: The jade dust is crushed again, the plum soul is broken again, and the weak water still condenses.
Just a promise for the phoenix tree, I miss hanging the window lattice.
I don't want to send it with the wind, for fear of being lighter than the wind.
——"Eight Sounds of Ganzhou"
Intent: Machiavellian romance
