C2502 Death(part I)

Qu Xin Ci, one cup of wine. Last year's weather at the old pavilion. When does the sun go down?

There was no way for her to leave. She seemed to have met Yan and returned. The fragrance of the small garden lingered on its own.

There were no new words, no wine, no old pavilions, only the setting sun!

No flowers, no familiar swallows, no garden or path --

At this moment