This life is only for one person, and I look back at it for a thousand years.
A stroke of beauty, two episodes of lovesickness, and a few moments of leisurely sorrow?
The vast sky is green, and the king of the world can only drink three thousand water in one gourd; the dust is long and windy, and Princess Xiaoran meets countless stars by chance. Shenluo is filled with hundreds of cherry blossoms and blooms in a tomb, enjoying the prosperous and prosperous year.
A touch of red makeup, Hua Qingmeng, wide sleeves, flowing fairy moon without dust.
Is it a romance through ancient mirrors, or is it a deep love?
Is it destined to be reincarnated, or is it a thousand-year dream?
As soon as you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea, and I will meet you across thousands of years.
The road is long and love is unforgettable. When will we meet again?
Just looking back suddenly, I finally said: The Chinese dust on the road, the word love is just a dream.