Three rivers, three lives of wine, never forget to meet each other in the long abyss.
A flower is born, a leaf is born, but the same root cannot be grown at the same time.
The long song is long, the dance is so quiet, it's difficult, it's difficult~~
The mountain road is difficult and the water is soft,
The red dress is waiting for departure.
Talking about the beauty, the soul will never return~~~~~