The time is quiet and good, and I talk to you; the years are flowing slowly, and I am with you; the prosperity has faded, and I am old with you. A painting stained with blood is no match for a little cinnabar between your eyebrows. Flowers are blooming and butterflies are flying on the streets, and the country is still different from what it was in the past. The survivors grew old several times, and the wandering girls slowly returned home singing their songs. The night is still young, where are the words of desolation? Say goodbye to each other on the grass. From now on, we will never forget each other. When the world is gone, I will drink wine with you and talk about the vicissitudes of life. A cool and thin piece of paper writes about my panic for half my life; a piece of paper writes about the vicissitudes of my life; a piece of slightly yellow paper writes about the ups and downs of my life. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
The boundless earth can be destroyed with a single sword, where is the bustling music and singing. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain. There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love. If you give me a hosta, I will tie your hair long. Wash away all the lead, and from now on, the sunset will be over the horizon. Do you know that the years are fleeting, and the flowers bloom and the snow melts again? The black hair has been replaced by white hair, who knows how many times I will look back in this life?
A season of flowers blooming and fragrance on the streets, a season of sadness and sorrow on the pillow. Who is wandering beside the street, who is waiting by the ancient road. A thousand years of looking back, a hundred years of loneliness. No one shares loneliness, no one shares loneliness. You were the one who disturbed my dreams, you were the one who made me miserable for half my life, you were the one who made me miss you, you were the one who made me unable to find a cure. The love in this life is worthy of the longing, and the flowers shed tears when they leave.
The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness. A misty rain leaves red wounds, the white moonlight adds to the melancholy, and there is no fragrance of flowers on the empty branches. A few paintings are a masterpiece. The ink has cooled, so why not. Pay attention to the three thousand prosperity. I raise my glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, I feel confused and one year old. In this life, you are me, the confidante who has been forgotten for thousands of years. You are me, stained by the world of mortals, and scattered by sad thoughts.
Concept: ancient costume story