The breeze is blowing, the drizzle is swaying; I miss you for a while, and the snow is flying. The green mountains are hundreds of thousands of feet, the Milky Way is hundreds of thousands of feet, the devil has no heart and no love!
The yellow crane returns to the west, the blue sky falls on the yellow spring; the heaven and earth love each other so much, but there is no hope in the distance. On that day of that year, the crossed eyes sealed our relationship.
A beautiful beginning; a sad ending.
The waning moon is a sad dream, the falling snow seems like love has been left out, and the cold moon has become pale and ruthless. In the world of mortals, there are too many sad things and three lifetimes of love.
The pain of reincarnation, smiling for a beauty, turns your hair gray overnight! Ten years of dreaming, sacrificing one's life to the devil's path...
True love is hard to die, and life is miserable; for whom tears fall, and for whom the heart breaks! Half a lifetime of fate, no complaints or regrets! When the dust settles, we look back to heaven and earth. . . .
Conception: