A graduate's work!
In a mansion full of red eyes, a woman stares at the mirror alone. It took a while to dress up.
For the king to keep the red makeup, when will the good man return
The breeze was blowing, the night was thick, the women carried lanterns, and they waited quietly
In the distance, there was the sound of horses' hooves, and an old horse staggered forward, splashing blood step by step
Snowflakes fluttered, and more and more war horses returned, but there was no one on their backs
The woman did not say a word, took off her red robe, and changed her wedding dress into a mourning dress.
The red fades and the white spreads
It was silent, but full of sadness
Qing Si and waist leaned alone on the building, looking at the end of the world and tearfully.
Poor red coat wrapped in white pigment, the old horse knows the way jun has not returned.