Xu Heng, the bright moon decorates your windows and adds to the loneliness in my heart. The fragrance is condensed, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, it's like your beauty is just beginning to bloom, the ink is dyed with a light fan to cover the beauty, and we travel thousands of miles to spend the rest of our lives together. He Luo, lend me three lives of fireworks in exchange for your confusion for the rest of your life. The falling flowers know my intention and go with the wind. I wish that the southwest wind will pass away into your arms forever, never blowing away the clouds between your eyebrows, and unable to unravel the love between you and me. It rains heavily in the city where you live. I heard that my old friends feel like they used to. I look forward to meeting each other under the eaves. It doesn't matter if my clothes are soaked.
The sky is blue waiting for the mist and rain, and I am waiting for you. The smoke from the kitchen is rising, and the forest is intermittent. When the wild geese return, the moon is full on the west tower. The old days are like a dream, and you are far beyond the reach of the dream. The world is like a book, I prefer your sentence, I would like to be a comma, avoided by you but remembered by you. Missing is like a knife, which cuts the heart; memories are like wine, which relieves worries. Thousands of houses are brightly lit, and a few stars are dotted with flowers. Under the moonlight, the beautiful woman stands like a dream, dancing in colorful clothes to make the sky clear.
Concept: costume fantasy