Nalanrongruo
Blue is soaked to the skin. Comfort me with kindness and forget with forbearance. Half a month ago, I was sick, and the sound of scissors was still wrapped in silver. Remembering life, fearing the sky. Up to now, it is cold and desolate to be alone with Lihua Ying. May the soul know the way and teach you to find your dream and return to the monastery.
The difference between an arrow and a jade hook leads to an oblique road, which is generally easy to digest. Race against time to wake up from a long sleep, clear tears and mix in Chili paste. I am afraid of the deep spring, and I am still sorry for you. The life of Taoist scholars should be a rest, and then no longer worry about powder and fragrance. Hard to move, soft-hearted.
Although someone has already answered the question, I think this is most in line with your mood. I'm sorry for your loss ~