A dream recurs, the dark flowers fall silently, but the bridge passes by, and a hundred years of empty space flows. She, in the dark, crosses another world and comes here. He waited for a long time, thinking that he was destined to be lonely forever. Li'er, I love you. Love? Love is too bitter, how to love? Red dust has you, I am here; hell has you, I will go; the ends of the earth, I only wish to have you alone. Why bother? For you I do not believe in love and imperial power. She said, I only have one heart, you dare to take it if you give it wholeheartedly, you don’t just wait for the dog to grab it. , he chased desperately, with you is the end of the world, with you is the present. However, in reality, there are thousands of bridges and thousands of mountains... But thousands of dreams are born of thousands of dreams, and there is nothing in the dream... From then on, the hero and heroine will be opened for you Clean mind and body, welcome to the pit!