The joy is still young, and we will never forget each other.
The joy is still young, and the lovesickness is long.
——Introduction
Involved by fate, bound by souls.
It's delusion, it's wish, and the dream continues.
The Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow. I hold hands with you and look at them.
The moon in Chang'an is bright, and the merchants are vague and resentful.
The bronze mirror sings the sigh of eternal life, and the farewell song is fragrant.
The beacon fire, drums and horns are noisy, and who is dancing in the desert.
The man in the long pond is thinking, and the lotus leaves in the fields are thought by the girl.
The peerless city is empty and late at night, and the righteous man kills Loulan with his sword.
The river is endless, the separation and hatred are endless, the morning dew and the night are linked to the soul and dreams.
There is no winter or summer if we don't forget each other forever, and we don't miss each other for thousands of years.