The new moon is like water, stained by frost, the rings of the years, no matter how sincere, can't survive the world of mortals, embroidery needles and needles hate, sewing mandarin ducks' pillows, I will spend my whole life to accompany you, wait for the fate to be serious, the person who fell in love was seventeen years ago, the drama of sending each other to each other on the eighteenth, I want to go without seeing your footprints, leaving this desolate stroke, revisiting this place to make sacrifices for my longing, blood and fire blending together, how to live up to the person in front of you, where will you find your grave when you say goodbye to the world of mortals? We want to meet again in nowhere, who will be buried in Qingcheng for the rest of his life?