Among the splendid mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of pottery machines have been wiped out, and the rivers in Anhui are sparse and red in the forest. The brocade is like the wind of flying in the years, half of the country is half sad. Stay with the clothes and dance with the years. The drizzle brows are filled with the sadness of memories. I meet you again at the time when the flowers are falling, and it is the right time for you to be beautiful under the tree. High-sounding and well-dressed. Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward, coming and going and stopping, wherever you look, you will be filled with memories of two or three people. We are in the same boat, but we are of different minds, and we are wearing the same clothes, but we are of different tastes. If there is an afterlife, I would like to have an afterlife. I would not be an infatuated person, I would just like to stay with him. Beautiful mountains and rivers, spring comes in my hometown, how are you looking into the distance? You rely on each other to cherish each other, talk freely, and have nothing to say. From now on, he will accompany you for the rest of your life. You are alone, and you are the same fallen person in the end of the world, where the grass is luxuriant.
Concept: costume love