The lonely peach blossoms are faintly beautiful, gently drifting away, and enter the painting with the wind.
On the banks of the Qingshuang River, with lights and wine shops, a picture scroll from a thousand years ago floats over.
That love from another life affects someone's feelings and destroys someone's heart.
The morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow.
For whom was the scroll that traveled through thousands of years painted?