She was born into a noble family, but had a troubled life. She was forced to run away. She thought she would wander around the world from now on, but she didn't want to fall into a bigger conspiracy. Facing him who was obsessed with her, she fell in love with someone who was not worthy of love and couldn't extricate herself.
He was the most handsome, the lord of the first palace, and had an unknown identity. He fell in love with her inadvertently. He understood that her heart was not with him. He was waiting, waiting for her to suddenly look back.
The song of Lijiang lingers and people are no longer there, the water disappears and the smoke flies away, and the beauty alone is sad. The canopy has been jingling for three or two years, and the sudden rain is hitting the window.
Every night I flick the beans as if they are blue, the scenery remains the same, I sigh in front of the mirror with the curtain down. Walking along the river bank when the strings are condensing, but winter has failed and spring has not yet returned.
Where should they go in this pursuit of love?