Cut out a piece of candlelight, and play a three-sheng song in the floating light, playing the desolation of the world...
The love between Meng Qing and Shen Yan is full of too much bitterness and helplessness, the love between Song Hua and Anyu is like flowers in the mist, and they can't always see themselves clearly, and the love between Qiu Shui and Jiu Ye is heartbreaking.
What is love? Is it the companionship of the bright moon and the heaven; or is it the beauty of the world; is it the oath to never leave; is it the hopeless sea woven by the sharks; or is it the sadness of the cuckoo crying blood.
Love is like dancing. When dancing, chaos arises, but all the dancing happens in vain.