Mo Ran's Fleeting Years

Lovesickness stains the fleeting years, and the winding water chases the end of the world. Years later, Han Xi came to the desert again, holding a handful of sand in her hand, and choked: "Jun Moran, you are like this handful of sand. No matter how hard I hold on, you still slip from my hand, but I repeatedly pick up the fallen sand and hold it in my hand, even if I know it is in vain." This black hair is held by you, and is white for you; Linglong's heart is infatuated with you and hurts for you. Holding the flute and standing in front of the grave, with tears streaming down her face, Han Xi touched the tombstone and said, "Brother Ling, haven't you always wanted to hear me play the flute for you? Can I play it for you now?"