The ties of the tomb robbing bg

The flowers of the other shore will always bloom leisurely on the other shore. The heart of this shore is only on this shore. How many firework events have been paid in the wind and rain? How many dreams in the world have been exhausted? With the water flowing eastward, what I saw was extinguished and disappeared. My memories are nothing more than petals on the ground... The wind blows away, and there is nothing...