There are sparse shadows in half the window, a thousand-year dream, and the sound of music and flutes is pitiful. There is nothing else but white tea and pleasure. I am waiting for the wind and waiting for you. I am a guest who never returns home, but I stay in the world with a smile because of your looking back. You are the crushed sunlight and the warmth that falls into my dreams. Warm mountains, soft water, and millions of stars are not even half as good as your facial features. When you come, the clouds and mist in the mountains disperse. You smile, and it is bright even without moonlight tonight.
Half of the cloth, two ounces of sake, I am lucky in three lives, and I have you in all four seasons. I have a pot of exquisite wine, the mountain moon as my pillow, the thin dew as my quilt, and a pot of warm memories from the past, so that I can share a cup with you. There are green mountains and towers outside the mountains, but the country is not as gentle as you. Waiting for the flowers of a tree to bloom, I hope you will return after falling leaves. From now on, I am the sun and the moon, and I am willing to accompany you day and night. Watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as ever.
If I had long hair reaching my waist, ten miles of red makeup, a phoenix crown and a rosy robe, I would only wish to hold your hand and touch each other with you. Songhua makes wine and spring water makes tea. The vast mountains and rivers, the fireworks in the world, all are you and all are not you. In this floating world, I love the sun, moon and you. The sun is morning, the moon is evening, and the king is morning and evening. You have no intention of crossing the hall, but you just cause a mountain torrent. I am a ferryman with a bowed eyebrow, but you just love Nong. Yue is a solitary guest in the clouds, Qing is a peerless beauty in the world, and also a rarity in the world.
Concept: ancient costume romance