You have to remember, the red sandalwood is not extinguished, and I haven't left either
Stunning beauty, yet as lonely as fireworks
And you are the smoke that I can't escape in this life
As the feather falls, I still remember that day when you and I held hands, imagining that in the future we would be full of children and grandchildren, we would be celebrating together. You and I would hold hands and watch the falling leaves and flying snow, and we would be side by side for hundreds of years.
Chi Mo, in this life, the wood has become a boat, and it is difficult to recover when it is overturned.
Fireworks lit up the night sky of the Emperor Yu Dynasty
In a thousand years, drunkenly fell into the world of mortals
Falling in love, losing face, falling ink...
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