Fan Er

Deep love, shallow fate, a wrong encounter, whose sadness falls. Acacia comes at night, flooding into my heart and filling the night sky with noise. The memory fragments make the past become a readable book of sadness, and the love for the mortal world makes the longing turn into threads. In the past, the flowers were in full bloom, never forgotten, touching the aura of happiness; now the leaves have fallen, and the sad songs have broken through everyone's heart.