If time is turned back, longing is hidden under the silver moon, and I return to that person. I spent time with him in the palace, intrigues and intrigues. Now, who can take my place and caress his tears?
Wouldn't it be better if I was by your side, at least the tears wouldn't flow like they are now.
The isolated thoughts are hidden in the history books of thousands of years. If you open a volume of bamboo paper, is there our story? It's too late to tell each other about lovesickness, it's too late to confess love to each other, it's like a dream in a hurry, your warmth that I haven't felt remains thousands of years ago, whose love has been frozen by the declining dynasty? I miss you, I can only call out from the bottom of my heart. When I look back, tears are streaming down my face.
Love is over, half of the relationship is over, the face of the mortal world will be with each other in the end, the ends of the world, I am sharing the bright moon with you at this time, but you were a thousand years ago, and I was a thousand years away.
Concept: Thousand-Year Paintings of Beautiful Shadows in the Late Tang Dynasty