Summer.
In the season when the sun does not understand compassion, the tears on the Rose Island dry up into a black past.
At the Summer Festival, Qiangwei bids farewell to the eternal life of Qingmang.
That year's midsummer corpse could never germinate as expected. The melody sang the summer mourning, and the scroll performed the art of me and you.
In the eyes,
Yu Xia,
Flowers bloom and fall,
Those of me and you...
Friend Wen Pit:
Coffee in a teacup: original, finally.
Under the moon: gathering together
Man Xiaoxi: Autumn in a fairy tale