The peach blossoms shine brightly. In the dark, which flower is it, entwined in your life chart, blooming quietly? Whose peach blossom blooms in whose heart, whose figure imprints whose longing. The black clothes have been washed away, and they have experienced all the dust. Standing against the wind in the long night, listen to the voice in the heart, singing the elegy. After thousands of sails have passed, I finally realized that I am willing to win the heart of one person and stay together forever.