On the evening of Jinya, visit the village of Moling.
The fate is as light as the cloud curtain when you raise your eyes, as light as the ripples and the clear tea. Three thousand threads of sorrow, chaotic meditation, stained with the taboos of the world.
Do you know the distance between us, how far? You stand in front of me so real, but I can't touch your eyes, just in sight, the nearest end...
If you were also a mortal, could we be together?
What do you think? ... Is there any if?
How does Sese Ice Spring look like the human world?
Yulan Snow River has no dim sparks
If there is love, if there is understanding
Waiting for a thousand years to find the only one
Edelweiss frozen heart
Water flute evokes dusty memories
Reflecting on my thoughts across the lonely balcony
Zhuang Sheng turns into a butterfly and the sun warms the jade
The weak water is long, and there are water chestnuts on the road
sad songs
The red flames in the snow pool are left behind and are eventually buried
The blue clouds in the sky and the breeze blowing through the willows
The bloody sun sets, and the love on the cliff ends early.
A drop of crystal tears, I have lost my dream in the passing years
Asking the sky, what's the explanation?