C263 Blood Floating in China

Yeshi, after so many years, who was the Fleeting Time? Who loves who? Who hates who? Who wouldn't forget who?

Time passed quickly, passing through the year like a wisp of smoke, passing with the wind, passing with the season.

I gently tiptoe the ignorant toes, in the lily lake, in the drowning, only for the face.

Meeting in the sunlight, from then on, not for the past life