At night, it's like the fragrance of Wu Hong.
The roses are in bud.
Dust is destined to dream, accompanied by butterfly shadows.
The beautiful image of Magpie Bridge is swaying for lovers.
So I'm going home.
Mountain of sorrow.
You are lonely and have unparalleled beauty.
The first time, the last time
Shine on my tall heart wall
I endured the pain of being stabbed.
Picked forty-three roses.
Kiss them gently with vows.
Finally, forget love and sadness.
Sincerely plant roses in your peach garden.
Expect. Looking forward to blooming