The moon is bright and fragrant paper fills the trees.

The windows of the building are thin and a little desolate.

The gauze is not warm, it is slightly cold like jade.

It was late at night and I was alone with me.

Can the secret feelings be pleasant? Can the poetry collection be played?

The soul is broken and the wall is broken, and the silk and bamboo flute is resentful.

The sweet smile of the past is no longer here.
Chapter completed!