The dream of Yonghua is over, the small bridge and flowing water are gone, and the golden horse and horse are ashes.
This is my last dream.
It seems that I have returned to that beautiful era,
I saw him, unparalleled in elegance, as gentle as jade, walking gracefully on the pale jasmine;
I saw him, armed with iron and steel, eyes like bright stars, walking slowly away through the pale snowflakes.
These two men remain in the past, in the memory of my life, and in my last dream.
I love you. Sorry.
Honey, is it cold underground? I'm here to accompany you...