A lifetime promise, a dream. Pour the wine alone, leaving the remaining cup.
"Where are you? Jun Qixian." Tu Shanling looked at the lovesick moon.
"I'm downstairs at your house." Tu Shan Ling ran downstairs but there was no one there.
"Where are you? Jun Qixian." Tu Shanling looked at the two people embracing each other.
"I'm downstairs at your house." Tu Shanling was heartbroken but passionate.
Finally, Tu Shanling looked at the lover he had been searching for for thousands of years, let go of his obsession, and returned to the west, guarding the empty city alone.
But - "Jun Qixian... Where are you? You've been gone for a long time!" Tu Shanling often cried.
Half your life is drunk, half your life is awake. I want to add more wine, but it's hard to fill it up.
Once I woke up from the dream, I suddenly realized that the person in front of me was not my sweetheart. So he rushed to the Old Testament, hoping to renew his relationship.
"Ling'er, I'm downstairs at your house." Jun Qixian looked pitiful.
"What does it have to do with me? Leave!" Tu Shanling was as cold as water.
Even a life-and-death agreement cannot withstand the passage of time.
Intention: A broken mirror is hard to make a round