Gorgeous as a flower, exquisite as water, Xie Qiao in my dream, I want you to give in.
The rainbow on the horizon will eventually fade into the sky, just a flash in the pan, pursued by countless people.
That sudden dream, waking up still hazy, time will not go back, so I have to draw a rainbow myself.
If it's antique:
When you put pen to paper, you will get some ink, and the paper will be inked.
Ten years of cold dreams, lonely Wan Li starlight.
This road is far from clear, and there is a faint fragrance on the side.
Once you dream, you dare to laugh at the East.
I hope to adopt.