Once the wind and rain come, the clouds will come again, and the fate will continue for thousands of reincarnations. Looking to the northwest, the wildness is vast, and I shed tears when I want to speak. Raise your glass to the bright moon, the lonely man is drunk alone. Destiny comes and goes, playing a tune between immortals and demons. Who failed Hongyan and said sorry in front of her. It's not the blade that hurts people, it's the marriage in the past life and the love in this life. Who is willing to run aground for love, only to end up with bruises all over his body? Life is like a play, and the actor has no regrets. Let future generations play and sing a song about the love between immortals and demons.