In the night, the fallen flowers fall into the water, the cicada rhyme does not rest, and the moon shines on the banyan tree. As the wind gets closer and closer to the lotus pond, the frogs in the lot

In the night, the fallen flowers fall into the water, the cicada rhyme does not rest, and the moon shines on the banyan tree. As the wind gets closer and closer to the lotus pond, the frogs in the lotus leaf field make a sound. Taiwan independence sat back in his chair and watched the wind blow. Tingting's beauty has been forgotten today. She dances like a girl in the old days.

Violet is dead.