A gust of wind and rain came in the evening, washing away the scorching light. Put aside the music, but put on light makeup on the water chestnut flowers. The crimson silk threads are thin and the ice is shiny, and the snow is greasy and fragrant. Laughing Tanlang: Tonight, the pillow on the pillow in the kitchen is cool.
Concept: Young love is constantly torn as it grows, but love is love.