Library

There is no easy water in the world. The world has not yet reached the river of immortality. In the dead of winter, the flowers returned to the court and faded away, Looking back, I see the murmuring water forming a spring. Holding on to life and death, listening to Lonely Night's cries, I want to condense the past and cut it off like smoke. But it's hard to escape the storms that have been going on since ancient times, If you don't see the morning clouds thousands of miles away, the sky will be flat.