There are new rivers, the water is long, and the years are flowing. Recalling the past is filled with sadness, and old dreams are hard to find. Sitting alone by the river, I have thousands of thoughts, the water is gurgling, and my thoughts are hard to describe, but I feel sad. Once upon a time, our laughter and laughter were left by the river, and we watched the sunset together. Today, the river is still flowing, but I am left wandering alone, reminiscing about the passing warmth. I watched the river flow quietly, and endless sadness surged in my heart, as if every drop of water carried memories of the past. Have you ever stood by the river and felt the sadness of the flowing river? How many memories it has taken away and how many regrets it has left behind. Sadness is like autumn, the river flows, and every sentence becomes mourning. Time flies by, meaning it is slow to understand and flows endlessly. When I wake up from the dream, the stars and rivers are silent and the river sighs softly. The river flows, the flowers hang low, but the moon is watching quietly in the night sky.
Concept: ancient fantasy