The water of the Tianhe River flows for thousands of years, and a beloved man never comes back. I laugh at the horses and whips and ask the sky, who is buried in front of the road?
There are three thousand weak waters under Qian Ni Peak, and Jia Ling remembers the past when she passed by. Holding hands and looking away from the thoughts of the day and night, the infatuated person, who can remain unchanged for ten thousand years?