Grand Plan

The moon is like a hook, lifting up the corners of his white shirt. The flowers in the mirror reflected her peerless face. The pear blossoms fall, bringing up the love of that lifetime. The tears in my eyes splashed with that lifelong longing. The red gauze is flying and the black silk is entangled, unable to hide her obsession. The fluttering clothes and the flowing light of the sword could not conceal his obsession. The child is silent, the flowers are graceful. I can't stop cutting those three-sheng eyes. The breeze blows and the moon is hazy. I can't describe the love that is like water. He gently held me in his arms with all his tenderness, as if sighing, "I can't give you prosperity and grand ambition, but I am willing to stay like this forever and never leave you." He raised his eyes and smiled brilliantly, "You are my prosperity and my grand plan." Looking at him quietly, seeing his eyes flickering and his cold tone, "Why did you do that?" His eyes were dull, as if he was roaring silently, but in the end it turned into bitterness, "I want to give you everything, even this prosperity, I am willing to fight for it." He smiled lightly, as warm as spring, "You have to remember that before the red sandalwood is extinguished, I will not go either."