Life is like a dream, she is half leaning on the pavilion;
Amidst the flying fireflies, her fragrance lingers on her fingertips;
In the separation between mirages, she has seen her for thousands of years;
In the midst of passionate love and joy, she ended up withered face.
I am not from this world, maybe it was all wrong from the beginning.
I shouldn't have met Gui Guzi, so I wouldn't have met you either. If I didn't know you, I wouldn't have many entanglements with Wei Zhuang. In that case, Honglian might still be Honglian, not Chilian. If I were not close to Wei Zhuang, I would not look at Zhang Liang, and he would not have to wait so painstakingly.
I shouldn't have been there. But everything is determined in destiny. God allowed me to come to you and let me fall in love with you.
I feel sorry for Duan Murong, but I can't let go of your hand. That kind of passion is my nostalgia. That kind of coldness is my lovesickness.
If possible, if I don't die, you won't die. I'll give you fireflies all over the sky, and you promise me ten miles of red makeup.