In that courtyard with beautiful flowers and shadows, whose fingertips are playing the piano?
In the green and green Jiangnan, whose figure is shining in the sky?
Who wrote a book about the prosperous autumn banquet?
Ten lives are long, ten lives are short. In front of the Sansheng Stone, there are several reincarnations. The desolate soul dances alone in the chaotic dust, and no familiar shadow appears in the fragmented memory.
I think I really fell in love with him, the boy who has been reincarnating with me for ten lives. I am confused in my dreams and drunk when I wake up. I have been going round and round for thousands of years. The water is still clear and the wind is still there, but where is the flame?