Lingding and Jiuquan miss each other
Who would have known about being lonely for a hundred years?
Looking back at each other for three generations
It turns into recollection and turns into insanity
He is the supreme king of heaven
He is the peach blossom fairy with unrequited love
A song... A dance... A glass of wine... A one-night stand...
A love... A persistence... A sincerity...
A sword... A tear... Three lives... Marriage...
[Note: The title of the article and the previous poem have nothing to do with the Three Worlds sung by Hetu = =]