A wrong fate in the previous life resulted in endless love disasters in life after life.
On the stage of death, as soon as you look back, you will have passed away for thousands of years.
The light of sword and shadow have always cut off love;
Today, the snow, moon, wind and flowers make us miss each other endlessly.
All things appear clearly in the world, don't ask about the past, don't ask about the way they came from.
In the nine days of Fengyi, I turn my hands to make clouds cover my hands and rain, but it is not cold at high places.