The moon, the earth, the clouds, the soul is filled with palpitations, love and dreams. When the rain falls, you are always with me. I still remember the promise of the young man, and I don't think about the separation between life and death. This person has passed away, and there is only empty hope in the shadow of the green peach. Qiongchu's golden cave sighs, and the tomb wood is broken by silver frost. At the railing, who is there now? Thousands of arrows are gathered in the heart, and the mind is in a state of confusion, and it is useless to force it. When spring comes, the flowers scatter, and the fallen red leaves make ready-made clothes.
Concept: Every era has its joys and sorrows