Beauty Love

A thousand years ago, I was the last string you played. With the sweet sound, we separated from each other. I spent a thousand years in exchange for the encounter in this life. You are the tea leaves of the past life, and I am the water of this life. Use the water of this life to make a cup of tea leaves of the past life. In the transparent glass, the love of the past life is deposited, and the fate of this life is boiling. That taste is called...