Yi Ren Xiang Xiao Yu Chuan
The pavilion is quiet and fragrant
My thoughts are misty, and my shadows are like soft bones on my knees.
The depths of the blue silk man's arms
Looking back at Pear Blossom Thousand Lines
The sound of the flute is sad, the drizzle is continuous, and the wordless lyrics turn into sorrow.
"Huiping, after all, I have failed you in this life. In the imperial family, there is always helplessness. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to give up this thousands of miles of land and mountains, just to live with you as a commoner."