Acacia can't bear to leave lightly, and holding hands is more like the beginning. Ships don't like Jianghu.

Carving a boat to go far away, people return to their hometown, laughing without a shadow, incoherent, the soul is broken and fragrant, and the old feelings are abandoned. Xuan Bing carved his regret and hatred for the wind, his good dream became empty, his eyes blurred, and he looked at the spring flowers in the snow.

Emotional attachment

Look at each other through the ages

A few times, people are farther away.

Injured and disorganized.

Return to dreams and sow bitterness in vain.

The fate of dust has not been broken.

Looking for the sky and the grave

Whatever you're worried about.