Tan Hua Fu Luo

1 scroll, 1 scene, 1 promise, 1 longing.

The candle flame meets each other, and the majestic fire rises, sending the smoke of lovesickness to the distance, and entrusting the wind to carry it.

Looking back lightly, saying goodbye softly: "Hold my name, I'm leaving."

The slender figure walked away resolutely, with a burst of fragrance.Where the fragrance comes from, in the deserted house, the epiphyllum blooms and falls, the sandalwood fan faces the light rainbow in the distance, and the dragon flame is quietly following the passing years.

(Finish)

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