The flowers on the other shore are blooming, and the leaves are falling, dyeing the long road to Huangquan. The blue sky is above and the netherworld is falling. In front of the Naihe Bridge, that bowl of Meng Po soup that forgets love and has lost its love, can it not make me sad? Let you hide my face deeply. The love is drawn by the Sansheng Stone, and I look forward to the next life to continue the unfinished love. At that time, I will be in the place where the peach blossoms are in full bloom, waiting for your graceful return...