The pear blossoms are like snow, and the silver mirror is cold. In the first life, the fairy pond curled up, in the second life, the Nanmo was in the same gate, and in the third life, the gods and ghosts were separated. The bright moon shines on the mirror lake, and the white pear blossoms smell faintly. From now on, I will do nothing in silence, and you will quietly hold the red thread. There will be no future life, and we will never see each other again.