On a spring outing, apricot blossoms are blowing all over the head. Whose young man on the street is so romantic?
But on this April day in this world, the apricot blossoms have faded and the peach blossoms are blooming.
Wangsun, Wangsun, when you smile in the peach blossom forest, this heart will no longer belong to me.
Today, the son favors his ministers and the scholars favor Sun Yan, the King of Han.
Young and romantic.
So throbbing.
A lifetime of glory, ups and downs is over.
In the end, there are so many palaces, where should I find you?
Think back to those days, Chang'an Street.
"Bitter, hungry and cold, chase golden pills."
Your figure in crimson clothes riding a white horse galloping has become my knot and my calamity.
I recall your appearance in this life.
White horse golden pills, peach blossoms burning, bright clothes and red clothes.
Can't think of it, can't ask for it.
In that life, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas.
Not for cultivating the next life, just to meet you on the way.
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