Year: Modern Author: Wang Guowei
After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return.
There is nothing to say at the end of the flower, and the green window is spring.
I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian.
Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.