On the streets of the mortal world, flowers bloom for a season, and the gentle breeze and drizzle moisten whose dreams and wet whose hearts? She, with a faint dream behind her curtain, smiled peacefully, watching the passing years quietly, looking at the passing years without trace. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, ink paintings, bluestone alleys, under oil-paper umbrellas, who is singing softly, a song of mourning, intoxicating the world of people, and also intoxicating myself. He drank alone in front of the flowers under the moonlight without any blind date. He raised his glass to invite the bright moon, and they became three people in the shadow of each other. In this situation, I just wish that the time will be quiet and good, and I can talk to you; the years will flow slowly, and I will be with you; and the prosperity will fade away, and I will grow old with you. The glazed lights reflect the ancient charm of thousands of years. Dressed in white, it beats the snow. Walking among the ancient bridges and flowing water, looking for the poems left in the wind. Each sentence is a whisper from the past life.
Life is like a dream, how much joy is there? I am willing to spend a thousand years of practice in exchange for a lifetime of staying together, enjoying the blooming and falling peach blossoms with you, and weathering the wind and rain of the mortal world together. The green shirt is stained with ink, the pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and a piece of plain paper can't express my love for you. Drinking alone under the moon, the wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness, dripping into the boundless night. In the world of mortals, I only take one gourd to drink; in the world of weak water, I only take one gourd to know. I wish to win the heart of one person, stay together forever, and enjoy a feast together for eternity. Flowers bloom on the other side, the flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves grow without flowers. We miss each other but cannot see each other. Dependent origins and annihilations are all determined. I only hope that in the next life, flowers will bloom on the other side, and you and I will meet again. Time flies, time flies, and when I wake up from a dream, it has been a thousand years.
Do those past vows still remain in my heart, turning into a wisp of smoke and drifting away in the wind? The glass is fragile and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter. The good things in the world are not strong and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter. The glass is brittle. I only hope that this feeling and this scene can stay in my heart and become an eternal memory. The harp and harp sing in harmony, a song of high mountains and flowing water, it is difficult to find the sound. I would like to compose a song with you, regardless of the prosperity of the world, I just hope that the years will be peaceful and we will grow old together. Deep in the world of mortals, there are dreams to rely on and feelings to warm.
I hope that in this life I will live up to my time and your love, and we will go on an easy-to-go trip together to see the prosperity and loneliness of the world. Flowers bloom for a season, people live for a lifetime, life is like a dream, how much joy can there be? With a normal heart, I would like to laugh at the clouds rolling in and out, quietly watch the flowers bloom and fall, and enjoy the fireworks in the world. On the bluestone board, old dreams are like smoke. Who is singing quietly in the depths of time? A song of departure, singing all the joys and sorrows of the world, and all the vicissitudes of the world. Drinking alone under the moon, facing each other in pairs, raising glasses to the bright moon, drinking a cup of love-free water together. I wish to forget the past in this life, and just wish to stay with you and spend the rest of my life.
Concept: ancient costume story