For you the city is full of flowers, and for you there are three thousand lights. You are the human fireworks that I encountered only after going around the mountains and rivers of the world. You are an unexpected heartbeat and a surprise that I was afraid of. The graceful pen and ink are like dust. Then the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds do not linger. Across three thousand miles of rivers and mountains, there are also forty years of Penglai. The blue hair is stained with frost, and the mirror is stained with color. The floating life is like a dream, and the floating dust is like empty space. There are countless joys, and they turn a thousand times. I am a devout and humble believer on your pilgrimage. When I pass by your eyes, I have completed my life.
Don't ask each other when we meet every year. We will forget each other when we smile. In the end, there will be weak water to replace the vast sea, and there will be no more lovesickness sent to Wushan. Whose bright clothes and angry horse are they? They tear down the peach blossoms in front of my door. I miss you endlessly. I write poems for you, and words for you. Will you allow me to let go of my lovesickness? I met you under the tree of three lives. After meeting you, I lived three lives again. Keep the ten-year promise for ten years, and you will not see it for ten years. When marriage ends, there is no separation; when marriage ends, we become strangers.
Concept: ancient romance