This encounter was a disaster arranged by God, but it was a feast destined for her and him. That year, on the cloud platform of Hua Chao, the flute played for nine days, and the dance was full of joy. The song ended, and the lingering sound lingered. Together they composed a story of separation from the past life, and they shared a legend of love and hatred. At that time, they were trapped in the shackles of imperial power. They fell in love too much and lost their minds. She committed herself to marrying with other thoughts; he married the matchmaker for the sake of conspiracy.
Look again now.
He walked away alone, lost in the prosperous world and the strange road. The song and the face seemed to be still in front of him and had never been far away, and his lovesickness was just like the first time he met.
A heartbroken person remembers a heartbroken person, and the full moon does not understand people's rights and wrongs. In the dream, the water town, the beautiful scenery of Japan, the good time is in vain, the dream of beautiful scenery is broken, and the words in the heart have turned into ashes.
The years are getting late, and the end of the year is getting colder. Time always flies, and looking back is always like a dream.
His arrow from the string took away her glory and even his life. Her betrayal took away his life and even her heart.
The charm of glitz and beauty, the beauty of flowers.
Who leans against the pale moon in the west tower, who reads the river water like the sky, who sings the chilly cicadas, and who locks up the drizzle of the parasol trees in sorrow?
Losing is not because you didn't fight for it, but the moment you fought for it, you were lost at your fingertips...