The ink marks are like shadows, the pear blossoms are like jade, the sword energy is fluttering, the clothes are flying, the white hair and green clothes are not stained with dust, only the connected city is as bright as snow.
Lingering in the dream, the lotus song is ringing, the true water is speechless, the orchid has not rested, the light and night are separated, and I don't know whether I am alive or dead. I just want to ask you, sir, where are you going?
It's been ten years, and she still can't forget that sad tune, immersed in the light blue mist of the south of the Yangtze River, faintly turning into a lake of flaming red lotus.
The green flute attracts the soul, but he still holds the sword and practices indifferently. The beautiful city is covered with falling pear blossoms, the handsome and gentle smile, and the mist of forgetfulness behind him fills the eyes.
What kind of love and pain, what kind of embrace and loneliness, what kind of warmth and loneliness were hidden from them.
Ten years ago, who was he and who was she?
But what does it matter even if she doesn't remember anything? Even if she only has one soul and three souls left to love him, she is still satisfied.
The soul-fixing jade, the soul-inducing bell, and the soul-locking mirror exist for them.
It turns out that everything is more painful than imagined. It turns out that it has been such a thorny road from the beginning. It turns out that the sky has failed me.
So, please remember, see you by the Zuiyu Lake...