I think I can compress my sorrow to the smallest detail, and I think I will never be hurt again. I am helpless and deceiving myself. Struggling in pain, indulging everything in you. Time has never given us unscrupulous willfulness, life has never given us despair-filled fears, and memories have never left us with reasons to be decadent and confused. On the Jade Flower Terrace, dancing all over the city. Yanchun Mansion, wielding Jian Chen. Under the rain, the Yang soldiers were bleeding. In Washington, snow sleeves are blowing. Cliff bridge, promise. Never leave, look back. The white snow swallows pass by, and the ends of the earth are everywhere. After the rain, I pointed back and looked at the rainbow in the sky. If you and her are destined, then why do I come?