A few plain hearts, dancing gently.
Write a picture of a thousand-year-old Danqing
The ink is getting thicker.
Like your heart.
Up and down, over and over again
The cinnabar in the painting is in full bloom.
An ever-changing sketch
Long-delayed anxiety
Hide your 10 thousand customs.
Let the fluttering brush fade away.
On clean rice paper
A smile in full bloom, lively and fragrant
Second, flowers
Elegant fonts are embedded in your wounds.
Dead fireworks are buried in melancholy eyes.
You wait for the world of mortals in Danqing.
I'll wait for you in misty rain.
Lonely official script is endless.
Cross the ocean and miss thousands of miles.
Salvage at the bottom of the dream
It's as amazing as it looks at first sight.
Think of it as our ending.
Has written a broken foreshadowing.
Halo ink color
I can't draw your playboy anymore.
Third, porcelain
Can't replicate your cruelty.
Tears in my heart and scars in my eyes.
Self-pity in the mirror
How long will it stop in Menghai?
Your love is signed in your dream
Fragile love can't stand repeated temptations.
You're hiding in the dark in The Secret Behind.
Gradually clear cyan.
Care for porcelain-like love
Dare not crush at will, afraid
When I woke up, I felt very strange.
You hide in the painter's ink.