That year, your wedding dress burned like fire to the end of the world, and from then on the setting sun burned my heart like cinnabar.
Following the "Shangxie" you sang to me softly, I will see you again.
In that distant old year, I laughed at you and promised marriage lightly.
It was you who spent your whole life chanting "Shangxie", but I turned around and ignored you like a beautiful flower.
That year in Chang'an, the sky was filled with flying flowers, and I heard the spring breeze outside the Great Wall weeping blood.
That song "Shangxie" you sang, I can no longer hear it clearly from now on.
What can't be defeated is the passing of time. The country has already decided for you and me to say goodbye forever.
So you carve your name into the history paper, and I carve you in front of my grave.
Flying flowers are scattered again in this season, and your wedding dress is more colorful than the flying flowers,
You opened your lips as if you wanted to chant "Shangxie" again, but what you said was: "I am willing to break up with you."
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