The green mountains are not as long as your eyebrows, and the water is not as clear as your eyes. A few rains across the mountains and rivers, but you are the only one in my life. You have a glass of intoxicating wine in vain, but it cannot relieve your worries. The picturesque mountains are no match for a stroke of cinnabar between your brows; how can I believe that you will overturn the world for me with empty words? The wind blows down the red rain, and the beauty stands at the ferry. Hearing that he was anxious, he was speechless and his clothes were stained with tears. Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions. There are flowers and smoke attached, and the smoke will ripple in the wind as soon as the smoke disappears. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips. The flowers bloom and fade, spring comes and winter goes, but the thoughts are not taken away. If I can keep you by my side, it doesn't matter if I abandon this king of the world and half of the country.
Who knows that if love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? But I want to be with you forever and ever, riding a horse to count the years. I hope I can accompany you like a gentle breeze, blowing away the uneasiness in your heart so that you will never be alone in your life. I hope that the flowers in the garden will always be beautiful, and that I will grow old before the flowers while drinking. Turning around and looking back, there was no dim light, only the lonely figures behind each other. Guard yourself in the deepest mortal world, hold on to the initial excitement and joy, be kind, gentle, and warm. Like beautiful flowers, time flies like a fleeting time. We can't go back to the past, but we can't go back to the beginning.
I would like to accompany you as a pair of withered bones to bid farewell to this desolation. Entering the door of my lovesickness, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness makes you remember each other, and short lovesickness makes you infinite. If I had known that it would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place. 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. 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 leaves are raining, and the clouds are growing under the moon, telling a story of old thoughts. Take a wisp of breeze and put it in the palm of your hand, bringing with it deep and shallow memories. Put the fragrance of the years into the cup, and the cup will be drunk.
I vowed not to return, the flower is broken and the person is haggard, crying with sadness, you are no longer there, the former prosperity has declined, leaving only fragmentary beauty. A beautiful woman is heartbroken, a hero has no regrets, and a passing person has no regrets. Always hiding in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to the flowers and the night sing all the nightmares, all the prosperity, all the memories. I am the king of your world. In time, I will break my oaths and capture the city in your heart. I don't love the glitz of the world, I don't write about the turmoil of the world, I don't lament the desolation of the world, and I don't arouse feelings and sorrow. Watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and coldness, and be as clean as ever.
Concept: ancient costume romance