Mu Hengmei: hang the side lamp, sing short songs, look back at Pingting, and smile at Qingqing. Zicheng, the red sandalwood is not extinguished, and I haven't left either.
Green Sleeve: In the dream, three thousand guests dropped by the flute, Zixian, did you know that what Green Sleeve wanted was never about rights?
Xi'er: In the month before the cherry blossoms all fell, how could we still miss each other so much and hate each other so much? Why, why am I unhappy when I am dressed in fine clothes?
Qin Zicheng: Meier, it has always been like this. I will give you whatever you want. Military power is like this, and so is my heart. As long as you want it, as long as I have it.
Qin Zixian: Meer, you only have one heart, and you can only pretend to love Qin Zicheng. Then, I also only have one heart, and I only love you.
Yuchi Tianlun: Unless I am loess and white bones, I will keep you safe for a hundred years. Green sleeves, I will wait for you even if I spend my whole life