She guarded the broken memories in that lonely room.
The vows she once made faded like flowers, and her figure disappeared in the long river of sorrow.
She was wandering on the edge of love and pain, the sweetness of the past turned into a sharp sword in her heart, and every heartbeat brought out unforgettable pain.
It's just a love tragedy that was teased by fate, with only the setting sun remaining like blood.
Purpose: May the world be gentle
