When you look back on the past, do you still remember the tears that fell into the West Lake by the broken bridge...
You are just a passer-by in the mist of West Lake, but you made me mistakenly think that you are my own.
I, with my endless lingering, have kept your swift footsteps, but I cannot be the destination of your body and mind.
The white horse left the dust, and returned to the pavilion lonely in the green green...
I have become a person who leans against the door in vain, and sinks into the ditch in all white;
You will become a noble and elegant person, and you will blend into the mountains and rivers in military uniform.
The broken bridge is not broken, but the love is broken...
Gentle gentleman, beautiful lady, who betrayed whom, who abandoned whom... Will that Yue song still ring?
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