We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
Jade takes its firmness and its purity.
Shoot it from beginning to end.
Que Qiaoxian (Song
Qin Guan)
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?