Time passes, whose love will still have no regrets
When the past is just a memory, beauties grow old and reincarnation continues
Who else will remember whom?
Walking through the River of Forgetfulness and passing through Naihe, please don't forget it
Under the marriage tree, I am dressed in scarlet clothes
It's not just you who is forgotten
A red thread, a writing brush, a piece of paper, how much love has been recorded
The thread becomes a fate, the moon turns into ashes, I am alone
shed tears