On June 6th, on the Ice Spirit Tower, the silver bell rang again
They looked up, feeling sad
Beside Cangsheng Bridge, butterflies wander
Stumbled and broke my wings
Falling on the ground, the flowers are fragrant, but they miss heaven
Once upon a time, they were young and frivolous and did not care about the eyes of the world.
Love crazily, dance flamboyantly
Like thunder, mighty and mighty
Until the sky loses its light
They looked around and lost their way
Dreams fly, gradually drifting into the distance
In the end, they chose desolation and tried to forget
Undressing Luo Shang lightly, tears slid down her face
Recall the past and bid farewell to the vicissitudes of life