Time flies like water, I hope to find the person I love and stay together till the end of my life! This life is enough...
In the cardamom years, beauties are fluttering and windy and rainy, unable to fly away.
Fate is fate, there is fate but not fate, there is fate but not fate, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes...
It is said in the Book of Songs that if you hold your son's hand, you will grow old together with your son; if you have a broad understanding of life and death, you will be with your son.
The hero lies drunk in the lap of the beauty, and the beauty is in the hero's arms, but the fate is shallow. Ande and you must be resolved, and you will not have to worry about life and death!
After spending decades in the world of mortals, thinking about this life, how many flowers have fallen in my dreams...
The flowers have fallen all over Jinnianse, and the weak water has disappeared from the world of mortals, suddenly like a dream...