That misty rain overturned the past.
Laughter flows like water as the years pass by, and sighs finally leave people.
I once remembered that the waning moon in the daytime night is slightly cool, and a startled glimpse is as beautiful as a solitary wild goose;
I once remembered that the ink-colored years in the falling snow were as desolate as the dead leaves.
There is no trace of the old dream, but it has passed through my life.
Drunk at night, Liu Shang is no match for the prosperity on the other side.
The slightest emotion touches the strings, but the love is already so far away.
Turn around, only the fragrance remains the same. The passing snow is deep and the smile is shallow.
"You will save me in the next life, okay?"