The beacon smoke is rising, and the waves are full of lovesickness.
Yanzi Hui, I have seen it several times, covered with mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River.
Swinging the sword to cut off the end of the world, who knows, I am crazy in my dream?
Xie Ronghua, for all eternity, only cares about her pear blossom.
Where smoke and willows are broken, who will dream of returning to the world of mortals?
The eternal romance has white hair and sorrow.
May you have love in your life, why not be afraid of the wind and sand, the great love in heaven and earth has no limit.
In the end, I stand up for the world for her.