It has been a dream for many years, the past has been ruined, and the love thread has been severed. The old man is no longer what he used to be, and he is heartbroken and sad.
But next to him, he saw the black clothes as usual, and the sun was getting warmer.
A thousand years of ice, snow, wind and frost. In a dreamland, I wake up from a dream in a foreign land. Although I can dream every day, I cannot always be the same as before.
After two thousand years, Hua Fa has declined. Unexpectedly, the longing for lovesickness is so deep that it breaks the heart. I send thousands of lovesickness and loneliness from afar, sighing in desolation.
Three thousand years, so close to each other. Frozen three feet, my heart is chilling,
Eight thousand years old, withered and prosperous overnight. Hold your hand for ten thousand years, and live up to the passing years.