The strings are buckled, but I don't know whether you are safe or not. Although the heaven and the earth will never fade away, my wish will be eternal. Tears fall from her loving eyes, and the blue sky touches the sandbank. Three lives are wrapped around the fingers, and one dream is white and full of sorrow. Had I not turned around at the riverside, but followed you, there would have been no loneliness for thousands of years; had I not turned into this apple grass and drank the Mengpo soup, and would have met you; had I met you earlier now, maybe fate would not play such a trick on me