If God had not destined us, how could you and I meet?
If it weren't for the transformation of time and space, how could you and I fall in love?
If everything was not fate, how could you and I pass by each other?
Those inadvertent moments will pass by little by little.
Lightly, some flowers have bloomed and some have withered.
The flowers are fragrant and the flowers are fragrant. I am always obsessed with the comparison between the fragrance and the flowers.
Time is warning, waiting, and being surrendered.
Waiting is the admiration of beauty and the prelude to yearning.
When you are on the other side of the mountains and ridges, I am on the lonely road with no end.
In the late Eastern Yuan Dynasty, power and beauty devoured the hearts of the world.
When you have it, everything has become things and people have changed.
In those lonely years, the cold secular world