She has picturesque features and looks stunning in her white clothes. Her smile made all living beings envious and enthralled the world of mortals. It was not a painting, but it was three points more beautiful than a painting.
He, with his heroic appearance and his purple robe, dominates the world. He was full of arrogance and fought with blood, and the world prostrated at his feet. He was sitting on thousands of mountains and rivers, but he was willing to sacrifice his life for her.
They have been in love for the rest of their lives, but they have always been in love with each other.
She said: I owed you everything in my previous life, and I will pay you back in this life.
He said: Give me one more time and I will bear all my life for you. To me, the picturesque prosperity of mountains and rivers, without your company, is nothing but a spent fireworks. Ruolan, Ruolan, can you really not see clearly my love for you?
The red locust flower blooms and falls, and everything goes on for a thousand years.
Is this lingering and melancholy love caused by fate or calamity, or is it an unfinished obsession from life to life?