Die Lianhua
Nalan Rongruo
Xiao Selancheng looks old. For fear of being sentimental, I don’t make pity words. I lean on the flower in the pavilion and feel sad without saying a word. The faint fragrance floats everywhere and I know where it is.
Revisit the old Mingyue Road. The cuffs are fragrant and cold, and the heart is as bitter as autumn lotus. Don't talk about living among flowers. People who cherish flowers will leave them without owners.
The flower has no owner.