I keep my long hair for you.
The desolate and cold years,
Tenderness stored up secretly.
Slender jade fingers,
Using hair as a string,
The sunlight moves in the hair tips,
It's so gorgeous that I can't open my eyes,
I am filled with joy that cannot be played.
Spring is late,
The woman under the window was in tears,
Having a dream that I don't want to wake up from.
I am Zhaojia Lianxin, the most noble woman in the Forbidden City. I am a goddess, but I cannot control my own life. I live with a mask every day, and can only quietly daydream alone in the dark: He asked to marry me, and I became his direct descendant. I didn't love him, so I tried every means to torture him, but he always smiled and said nothing; time passed by my fingers, and I fell hopelessly in love with him, but I passed away; back to modern times, I returned to China and settled in Beijing, just to find him in the deepest part of my heart.