The love on Fengyue Slope is endless, I am waiting for you to come back and be buried with me.
The way I stand is so happy that my bones are frozen for you. The crystal gall bladder and glazed liver cannot withstand the sun and wind, and all they want is the warmth of a glass of water.
It is not the silk and silk clothes, the delicacies from the sea, the prostrate worship of all the people, and the false titles and special favors.
But love.
The love of simple meals, the love of life and death. Watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, looking at the clouds rolling in the sky, the bustling palaces on the bustling streets, the cliffs, mountains and seas of fire, all are with you.
Broken strings. Shengge scattered. I have not yet played a sweet piece of music for you. Where have you been?
Because there is a reason, so there is a why. Now that it has become a thing, why bother to say it anymore?