Is there any time left to look back?
Look at me again
I can't tell the difference between the sky and the horizon
Is it the red cloud or the flame you lit?
Which life is the end?
Fully enlightened but unable to say goodbye
Your love was lost for several reincarnations, and finally picked up the vicissitudes of that life in the vast world. In a flash of glory, I accepted this promise and gave up so many years.
Once on the top of Langma Mountain, your faint smile, closing your eyes, ignited a raging flame without regrets, lighting up the sky.
Frowning, I gently caress your portrait, recalling the unparalleled youth in white clothes and dancing swords under the falling flowers. How many times can we cherish the warm fragrance and graceful splendor of the blue color. The floating road is long, the war is endless, the war breaks the love between children, and the iron horse tramples the prosperity.
He and his dreams passed by as time went by, laughing through the sea of clouds several times, and became infatuated.
Love is like drizzle moistening the fields, slightly imperceptible, but it has already blossomed in the heart. As light as dust, solid in the falling soil, as violent as the reincarnation of life and death for thousands of years, gentle and tranquil for a long time, thousands of years old, the world of mortals is purple, and the blue is falling in the yellow spring.
In the next life, let us tell the truth. . . .