It's not about cherishing fallen flowers. Falling flowers have no intention of falling in love with spring flowers. Yesterday there was a smile on the Yingying branches. Who said. Whose home will it fall if it blows away today? Put the wine in the wind with a thousand kinds of hatred. Hard to ask. The dream returns to the clouds and sees no end. Who is the master of the wonderful dance and clear singing? Look back. There is no sunset in Gaocheng.
Cold and dark boy × enthusiastic girl
Intention: They were born in troubled times, but they fell into troubled times