The dew is white and the frost is thick. The sky is low and clouds are gathering all around. It's the autumn wind and the leaves are turning yellow again. Suddenly, my temples are covered with snow. Life is like this, floating life is like this, fate is fate, fate is fate, who knows? Love ends and love begins, love is true and love is crazy, where is it? Love is coming! In the past, I suddenly heard the beauty's song beside my dream, and the golden aura was shining. If we were separated and betrayed, all the past events would be forgotten. Stones are moved and mountains are moved, brilliance is exiled, and the music and singing are finished without even knowing it. Outside the window of Hunwang, there is a tree with dark crows guarding the empty branches.