Under the bright moon with purple sleeves and red strings, I feel dark and depressed when I play.
Xian Ning points to the place where the swallowing sound stops, which is filled with deep feelings.
At first, I thought that when we first met, we used peach blossoms as matchmakers and red strings as leads, which triggered the fate of marriage and made me shed all my tears in this life.
The young man under the peach blossom was fully on guard, but he blocked a fatal disaster for her. The lingering whisper in the ears warmed the empty and silent time of 90,000 years.
"... Xiaolou, Xiaolou... If I die for you, will you remember me?"
That whisper, carrying the nostalgia of past and present lives, echoed in her ears day and night, endlessly.
Lovesickness leads to tears, and the wheel of fate never stops turning.
The marriage continued. Under the peach blossom tree, the young man with purple sleeves smiled and called: "Little building..."
The forgotten memories came flooding back, and it was hard to tell whether they were dreams or waking.
Only the profound love that accompanies the peach blossoms, whether in the past life or in this life, remains unchanged and immortal.