In the mountains, the blossoming Luwei flowers bloomed and withered, and bloomed again after withering, which really fulfilled the saying: the flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. The flowers look the same every year, which is lovely...
That year you went to Jiushan to collect thousands of years of snow water for me, and I picked a bright dew flower for you.
You took Lu Wei and put it in my hair: "Mo'er, you are so beautiful." Your words were a bit sad.
I didn't realize the desolation in your words, so I happily used the thousand-year-old snow water to make medicine.
I thought that my illness would slowly get better; I thought that days like this would go on forever; I thought that Luwei flowers would bloom forever; I thought that we would all be by each other's side...
But... I forgot, no matter how beautiful the dream is, I will wake up