The desert is solitary, and the beauty is independent.
Who still remembers the old smoke and rain in Jiangnan, who still remembers the hopeless love affair at that time?
I sing the song of lovesickness with you, and I hold my pipa to the west of the red sun. The Lingbi handprint travels through the past and present. When will we meet Naihe River?
What stands between us is not just a third person, but two thousand years of time and space and the entire country.
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