The sun is still clean and the stars are still bright.
The world is still moving forward slowly with long-term affection.
So time flows, witnessing all the eternity and immortality in the human world over the long years.
The white things are miserable, the red things are joyful. I am going from the underworld of the world, with incense candles, paper horses, and a sedan chair, and Meng Po bows and bows.
White paper and red clothes, ten miles of suona, we depend on each other in life and death.
What a great idea! It's scary to think about it!
"You can come to me across time, mountains and stretches of pain. Then we sleep well and say good morning to each other."
I thought it was pure love, but it turned out to be suspense, I thought it was suspense, but it turned out to be a criminal investigation, I thought it was a criminal investigation, but it turned out to be interstellar travel. Good! Very special!