Reverse the scene to the depths of the forest and enter.
The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. Up, inward.
... night gave way to the ocean of the sun, and it was born.
The sea rises and the moon rises.
The waves stopped flying and the boat stopped.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. Hey, float.
And then what? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk. , cut
Misty rain is my life, my life.
And loud I sing, deep I drink, vertical.