We came together from ancient times, but got separated along the way. You stay in the antique world, but I am outside your mortal world. On the Naihe Bridge, the flowers on the other side are blooming, and the red Manzhu and Shahua are as red as blood, swaying with loneliness and washing away the melancholy. I asked Po Meng where my husband's soul was, but she remained silent. So I carried the mark of my previous life and walked through thousands of years, just to touch your fingerprints and find traces of my lost heart.
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