[Wen Ling x Gu Fenjue] The full text is being overhauled, so stay tuned.
When dawn comes and spring sleeps, where the willow trees end, the fragrance is endless. The plain hands mourn the strings, the music and music are played all over the place, and the cool night makes the sound even worse. It's desolate and desolate, the quiet moon is sparse and cold, and it's hard to stop feeling tired and lonely. The wind and smoke dispersed, leaving no trace of floating green. I looked for my old friend but disappeared.
The two lives are empty, old dreams linger, and when I return, my ink will turn into snow. Fog locks the heavy building, flying clouds and cold rain make the night lonely. Thirty-one years, a blink of an eye, and the years are getting older. In the dark street, the old snow finally comes to the south, and there are tears and sighs.
Intention: Yiyi is nowhere to be found in the dream