The Moon Shines Every Night

How can we sigh that there are countless joys in the world, but how can we expect that the world is full of warmth and coldness. How can we cherish the beautiful scenery of the good old days? What's the point? I recall the sound of the setting sun and snow falling at dusk. My name is Ruomeng, "Floating life is like a shadow in the dust of a dream, and everything is empty in a smile." I originally saw all the ruins of the human world, but I wanted to step into the path of immortality. Even if it is destined, it will overwhelm the three seas.