Maybe, love is just a momentary thing. No matter they are a thousand years apart or just a few steps away.
I looked back 500 times in my past life just to pass you by.
I have hidden my love all my life just to be with you illegitimately.
The east wind is blowing, the drizzle is dripping, the years are hazy, Xiao Yisheng sighs.
The old man with red makeup and jade pretends to be disfigured, and the catastrophe of heaven is etched in his heart.
The long road, the reversal of the world of mortals, the thousands of years of Yulun, I wish to be lonely and fascinated.
Falling into the sound strings, nostalgic for the silk threads, lonely as smoke, and you as bright as the night.
The promise engraved on the bluestone corresponds to your eyes for thousands of years.
It is not the blade that hurts, but your reincarnated soul.