Falling into the Clouds

With a decree and a crime, Luo Fei, who once doted on the harem, disappeared. The butterflies dance all the time, the clouds think of the clothes, the flowers think of the face, and the half-month separation has become forever. When we first met, we were full of affection and bitterness. We thought about it day and night, and dreamed of the willows dancing in the East. The drizzle of green leaves was rich in dew. A kind of lovesickness, with thousands of tender hearts. When will we meet again? If meeting you is my disaster, then I will be happy to do so. If meeting him is your tragedy, then I will take you away even if I spend everything I have. Xuan Ye's deep affection, Fu Quan's waiting, the origin and destiny, all can be said to each other: "Everything is fate, no one can control it at all." '