The moon sets on the bridge, and the two people fall into the shadow of bamboo. The crow of the blackbird is a dream of lovesickness.
Turn around and the peach blossoms fall, smile at the breeze and look at the idiot.
Never.
She devoted her whole life to a man who only used her, and he devoted his whole life to a deceased Sri Lankan.
She entered the palace when she was 16 years old, and he was the emperor.
She became queen when she was 17, but he didn't love her.
She rebelled when she was 19, and he protected her with his own life.
They are destined not to be together,
Yi Taohua, Moli is your disaster in this life.
Nangong Yu, this is your calamity in this life as before.
If there is a next life, I don't think you will choose each other.
Both of them miss each other and cannot let go.
Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red.
The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.