Half a clear night, half a clear night, three lives of fate, three lives of fate. There is a legend about Banqingxiao. When I learned this story from the maid Xiaoqing, I imagined that one day I could enter this place. If I were Jishu, I think I would choose that ending; for Siyin, I understand her feelings for him, and... And Chang Yi, that man with the same name as my brother, if it were me, how could I give up? He is just imprisoned in the shackles of fate, but this is just a legend. As my brother said, he is just a legend. It is like this now and will be like this in the future.
The alluring city is in the mirror and the moon is at the end of the moon. Pay attention and show mercy to the Si River.
With the sound of the harp and the harp, the beauty passes away peacefully, and it stays with others deep in the palace.
——Siyin
When Shi Yi Ling came out of the last month, she played a solo on the flute in the pavilion.
The dance belt lingers back to the city, and the music is full of tears.
——Yue Qingcheng
I have been resenting Po Meng for three lifetimes, and my love for green bamboo is full of bumps in the road.
I am speechless when I am lost in the snowy night, and my life is like summer flowers singing in love.
——Xuanruo
Flowers are falling from the trees, and the tide is flowing.
Solve your thoughts and relieve your worries, and let your earthly emotions and worries disappear.
——Xi tide