A dream that lasts for a thousand years and a fateful encounter.
I have been obsessed with life and met someone.
After many years of separation, we tell a story.
The world is far away, and it is difficult to return the plain paper in exchange for the brocade book.
It's late at night, and I miss my young love. Who can sigh again?
The moon is cold, and the cinnabar between the brows has dispersed.
That year, that month, that day, at this moment, here, was it fate or destiny to meet you?