The sky is full of gongs and drums, and the sky is full of joy.
Dressed in a sedan chair, dressed in red, with light makeup and clear eyes.
Who can pity the cold heart and the rolling tears? Does anyone know?
"Am I just a maid to you?"
"Then what else do you want?"
"Do you really have the heart to marry me away?"
"She's just a maid, what's there to be reluctant to part with?"
"This is a farewell, and we will never see each other again. Are you sure you won't regret it?"
"Of course not, oh, no, I will regret it very much... I regret not marrying you earlier..."
A glance for thousands of years, lingering regrets, the blood lotuses bloom silently, bewitching, mesmerizing...
Looking at the bright red color along the way, the proud figure is swaying and desolate, and my heart feels like a knife. Did I do something wrong? …