Thousands of years later, who else will remember this unforgettable moment? It will only make everything fade into oblivion. Didn't know...
Jinque hairpin, red pink face, temporarily meet in the flower. Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I need to ask Heaven for this feeling.
The fragrance turns into ears, the wax turns into tears, and it still seems like the two people's thoughts.
The pillow is greasy, the brocade quilt is cold, and I feel more leaky and residual.
It's as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds.
This is the love in her heart, pure, white, unstained by dust.
Like the snow on the mountains in the sky, and like the moon moving among the clouds. It all seems a bit accidental.
However, how difficult it is to maintain an innocent heart in this deep palace!