I have followed you for a thousand years and become nothing overnight. Let that destiny pass by, and the past life is vast, breaking the immortal fate for you, crushing the impermanence of fate... By the Peony Pavilion, I drank in the meandering water, a dream every ten years, a dream for three lives... The vows of holding hands and growing old together dissipated in the wind, and the beauty withered. Looking back, goodbye, things are different and people are different...