The elegance is like a finger of quicksand, slipping quietly, while old age is an irreversible period of time.
As the spring fades, the beauties also grow old, only the flowers fall and the people die, leaving no trace of the two sides.
In the passing time, I dreamed of returning to the bank of the meandering water, only to see fireworks blooming and the moon as full as ever. The trees in the mountains are lush and their branches are luxuriant, but I don't know where my heart is when you are so happy for me. I raise my cup alone and drink all the snow, and another year passes by in a hurry. Raising a glass alone and drinking the snow, a year passes by in a hurry, feeling lost. The trees in the mountains are lush and leafy, but my heart is full of joy for you, but you don't know it. Where can I find a surprise in the world? I just hope that I will not be trapped by the world. You are as bright as a star, stepping on thousands of stars and rivers, and riding a boat to the distance. The tenderness as gentle as a mountain and the starry night sky are not even half as bright as the brilliance between your eyebrows.
Concept: ancient costume story