I often dream of a person with long ice-colored hair, blowing in the wind. His eyes are like bottomless pools, and he will fall deeply into them if he is not careful. His hands, like white jade, are flicking on the piano. The sound of the piano is like a clear stream, flowing from his fingers, flowing into the hillside, into the grass...
The Nine Skills of Bingling Sword Dance is my love for you.
A piece of forgetful love that cuts off the strings of the zither is my infatuation for you.
She went through hardships just to let him wake up.
He slept for thousands of years just to fulfill his agreement with her.
In that dream-like realm of talismans, she asked him: "Han Luochou, do you regret it? For me, you slept for a thousand years." ''
He smiled, it was so thrilling, "I will not regret it. I am willing to give my life for the one I love."
He has been sleeping for thousands of years and has always had one dream: to meet you again.
Facing danger, she had only one thought: I want to survive and fulfill my promise.
I, in this life, have no resentment, no regrets, no evil, no enmity.
Two fragile and determined souls, enjoying a thousand-year agreement:
If there is an afterlife, I will find you and protect you. . . . . .
The origin of all this was caused by a sword and a thousand years of obsession. . . . . .