Do you still remember that year when the pear blossoms were like snow? You said: OK, I will follow you.
Do you still remember that day Shili Hongzhuang, when you said: OK, I will follow you.
Do you still remember that before the rain fell on the mountain, you lived and died for him, but you still couldn't change it? He turned his eyes and smiled. . .
The old friend is still here, the red plum blossoms are like blood, I have been obsessed with you for a thousand years;
The fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples, the shadows of flowers overlap, you are intoxicated with him;
Ignore the day and night, we will reincarnate again, okay?