Telling the Heart·Shen Nanke
Each stroke is full of emotion, and the eyebrows, eyes, and smile are clear. People are connected, rain is falling, and lovesickness is nowhere to be found.
The starry night is colder and full of dreams. I haven't seen Nancheng for thirteen years, and it's hard to calm down.
Telling the Heart·Liu Menghua
Who knows when the nine years of wind and rain will end. In thirteen years, I have seen it all, including hundreds of flowers.
Flowers bloom and fail, too late. We hate meeting each other in dreams, when we were young.
Concept: The oneness of Nankeyi Meng is a life and the only one