The dragon spring reflects the sun, and we pass by with swords in the depths of the rivers and lakes. The hatred is as deep as the sea, the love is just beginning, the sound of the flute is rising, and how much sadness is given to the moonlight.
A little deep, two clear springs
Three generations of marriage
There is sadness everywhere, and the five elements are sad
Sixty-seven, confused and confused
□□Tears are shining brightly
Ten years - forgetting each other