The flowers on the other side are blooming on the other side, but there is nothing you can do in front of the Naihe Bridge.
I forget about the river under the gazebo, and sell Meng Po beside the Sansheng Stone.
Nirvana is in love with demons, and life is spent in painful dreams.
I can only dance with the sun and the moon for the rest of my life, singing in the strong wind as the white horse passes by.
Flowers bloom on the other side of the river. On the other side of the river, there is also the river of forgetfulness.
There is nothing at the bridge of Naihe River, and three lives are written on the stone of three lives.
The past lives are known in this life, and the surnames are left on the stones of the three lives.
This is just a memory in a dream