Under the cypress tree, ancient strings are playing. He spent thousands of years burying the mask, moistening the fragrant soil and turning it into a burning red.
In the first year, he guarded her. Outside the tower, he told her that Zhishan flowers were blooming;
The next year, he guarded her. Outside the tower, he said that the jade tea flowers were blooming;
In the third year, he guarded her. Outside the tower, he said that Luan Feng Yu had bloomed...
For a thousand years, he guarded her. Outside the tower, he said, even the cypress trees were blooming, but it was a pity that you couldn't see her. The snow is falling, the long night of tea and tea is lonely. The man's vague figure in the snow was so tall that it could block the wind and snow from pouring into the tower. He fell, and the snow stopped.
Ah Cha, I was wrong. Ah Cha, I miss you. Ah Cha, I love you, always.
She said, if the mask is no longer the mask, I will leave.
He said, if the mask is no longer the mask, will you come back?