This is a small work I made more than ten years ago.
She is a girl like mist, beautiful and pure. In his eyes she was his god. He guarded her carefully.
A spell engraved on the sarcophagus destined that she and her lover could only meet and fall in love but not stay together in the past and present lives. He watched her grieving for her lost lover, and he watched her persistently guard her true love...
We held hands and laughed together. Galloping in the Central Plains and raising a toast!
Look at you and me, we were right at first, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting until it was dark in the middle of the night, and Naojun was facing north, and then he was willing to push...
The pear blossoms fall, the cold wind blows, how much love turns to gray!
The face is yellow, the temples are ruined, the prosperity of the past can no longer be traced! I can't sleep, I'm just sad, the branches are all withered and drooping!
Under the bright moon, I hope you will return. Who should the white-haired Xiao turn to?
Song after song, tears of lovesickness fly with the remaining leaves year after year, all covered with running water and never return..."
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