The process is relatively easy, but the ending is a bit sad.
Time travel, both girls have time travel
Once upon a time, Boya cut off his harp, but now I am the king and cut off the sound again.
More than a thousand days at dusk and morning, eight hundred miles of freedom.
Yesterday's years were tied to my heart, but tonight it's hard to sleep alone.
I feel sad in the sky on the ninth level, and sigh under the screen window that I have no chance.
There will be thousands of days later, where can I find the life together.
Peonies and hibiscus sway, green bamboos and roses smile.
Old gardens, old objects, old pavilions, new people, new swallows, new sunshine.
I stood up alone to reflect on my thoughts, and the cool gauze of the brocade curtain recalled your face.
May the wings grow under my wings and fly up to the sky with the wind.
Chongxiaojiu,
Is it possible for someone to take photos of falling flowers?