Qi Gu Ni Shui Han fellow
The past cannot be left behind, how can love be preserved forever?
Old dreams are lingering, and the trace of the person has disappeared.
We promised to grow old together in this life, but we parted too early.
If the sky is sentimental, the sky will also grow old, and its white hair will disappear into the sky.
Deep love is hard to promise, fate is easy to know.
Thousands of mountains are covered with dusk snow, and frost swords intersect.
I can't bear to look at the ancient west wind road and recall the good times together.
Even if I never give up my infatuation, I can't help but be thousands of miles away.