The weak crown has not gotten married for three years, and her fate in the brothel is only because of her.
Holding the moon on both sleeves in the air, it is difficult to free yourself from the shackles of worldly thoughts.
I hope to fall in love again in the next life, and the autumn dust will not stain the flowers in my dreams.
I am lucky enough to be a close friend in this life, and meeting each other is a luxury. -Untitled
Intention: love
