When a monk falls in love with a prostitute;
A lifetime of love, the lights on the other side are scattered.
Stars have fallen for thousands of years, and an alliance has been sworn for one night;
Where the red fragrant green jade disappears, the joy will last forever.
For that call across time and space,
He is willing to accompany her to bury his heart in the desert.
Only the shape of the flying sky is left, as graceful as a startled dragon, becoming an immortal totem.
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