The remaining tears trace the beauty, like an ice curtain of white brocade.
Qianxun is melancholy again, and her tears turn into salty rain.
The sword is waving in the wind and the butterfly is in chaos, but it can be a column with the wind.
Look out the window and see the birds flying together, turning your eyes to drink from an empty cup.
Why is there always a lingering sadness in my heart?
Whenever I look at his lonely back, there is always a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling in my heart. The sun has torn my love apart more than once, and the raindrops have penetrated my fragile heart.
The fetters of the past life, the lingering feelings of this life.
The traces left by my past life lead me to search for my unfinished love. The jade flute I lost in my past life, I wonder if I can find it back in this life.
In dreams and reality, where is my destination?