One mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, I miss the maple leaves and reds.
The flowers are blooming, the flowers are withered, the wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them, the wind and the moon are idle behind the curtain.
Thousands of years after Yan Hong's death, she finally found that person in the enchanting Jiangnan.
Times have changed, will the feelings of the past remain unchanged?
Or was it really what she thought, that he had already forgotten about her?
Do you still remember how that lonely white figure fell in love with the world for you?
She said across the tear-dropping red candle: "Do you know that nothing in this world lasts forever?"
The man smiled slightly, as cheerfully as when we first met him: "Only this feeling will last forever."