We are of the same mind and are destined to be together, even though this life is short and lingering
Mo Taoist is thinner than a yellow flower, and the wine warms the memory of lovesickness.
There is no place for the broken soul. When I wake up from the dream, I will burst into tears and fall asleep.
What was originally the most casual dialogue has become the most persistent trace of Biluo Huangquan.
In the passing time, the face under the oil-paper umbrella seems like a past life.
Can you deflect your persistence for a moment and allow me to promise this life?
Who is it, calling in a low voice to hold your hand and grow old together with you?
A glass of ecstasy wine is the despair of no return.
Who is it, whose shallow breathing carries the pain of several reincarnations?
A journey that was full of bones and ashes, but a love that lasted forever ended in a moment.
Do you still remember the promise you made when you opened up Hongmeng?
The years have been exhausted into bridges, but when I look back, I have already faded.