C961 Go East Continent(part I)

Outside the pavilion, at the edge of the ancient path, the grass was bright and blue.

The night wind caressed the sound of the willow flute, and the sun set over the mountains.

The ends of the heavens and the corners of the earth were at least half friends with each other.

"Life is hard to come by, only separation is more."

When will you return?

There was no farewell, only a wild celebration