Lu Xia in Seven Years

Walking on the gravel, she smiled like a flower, mottled his figure, letting the passing years fade away and care about her. Those partings that have faded away from history were covered by the dust of the ancient years, waiting for you to come safely when the flowers bloom. Stroking you in the silkworm chrysalis, pointing to you Time pierced your indifference wantonly, but you used the wounds to fill the missing. You laughed and said that you would not turn into a butterfly, and your beauty would only bloom for the person who left. You said that the moment he left, your glory was eclipsed, and everything grew old uncontrollably.