This hatred lasts forever·looking at the bright moon
The world of mortals sighs with tears and breaks the sword·Tangle Qingluan
The sky is filled with lights, glitz and glamour, and the moonlit night is moving. You look back in the sea of people.
The eyebrows and eyes have their own mountains and rivers, the youth is shining, and the smile is unparalleled.
Since then,
Three thousand flowers bloom,
Not as good as the curve of your eyebrows.
Intention: Stranded in your arms