At the beginning of dusk, the sound of his piano is clear and far-reaching, touching people's hearts and souls.
The cold moon is bright and flawless, and she leans on the pavilion and brushes the poplar flowers with her sleeves.
When they met, she was destined to fall in love with him.
Falling step by step
Falling into his gentle trap.
An Xiangzhi? An Xiangsi?
Love is deep in the bones, knowing each other turns into hatred.
Only she sighs, this life is full of hatred and broken heart
The beauty is drunk, drunk and crazy,
The beauty breaks and the willow leaves leave the sorrow
Looking back again,
The flowers have died and their fragrance has disappeared, leaving only a song of hatred for this life!
But I heard him say: I have never loved you
She laughed: It turned out that I was too stupid after all
He hurts: Human beings are always so fragile, and I don't want you to bleed or get hurt again from now on.