A gentle and somewhat old-fashioned story, Jiangnan pink and white grass, only trembled slightly, and it blew up the shadow of the gilded hairpin on the temples that never stopped.
A whole old case of everlasting love is burning, the people of the past are gone, their names have been wiped out in the wind, the everlasting love has burned into a moment, and you and I are just random grass.
Intention: Singing and dancing bring peace, but also the troubled times.