The wind is sticky here
Clinging to the thoughts of passers-by
When the rain comes here, it becomes tangled up in threads
Haunting us to miss the world
Being with you is fate
Fate is written on the Sansheng Stone
Love is one thousandth sweet
I would rather be buried here
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I look deeply at your face every day, every year
Angry, gentle, complaining, gentle face
We who don't understand the torment of love and hatred
They all think that falling in love is like the fickle changes of the wind and clouds
I believe that day is worth eternity
Freeze that moment in time
We who don't know how to show tenderness
I thought that committing suicide for love was just an old rumor
How painful is it when you walk?
Only when the dream is buried in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the heart breaks, do you understand