One sword can destroy it, but where will the bustling music and music fall?
A thousand pots cover my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
Because of your fall, like a ghost, you have seen through the past and present life, the world is rolling, and the sky that has been with me for thousands of years is filled with blood-red, and my eyes are filled with beads and sand.
We don't know the origin of love, it is destined to life and death, we have never known each other, we have never known each other, we have never been together, we have never cried heartbreakingly, how can we stay together?
Clothes as white as snow, the only god in the world, has caused so many beauties and broken loves?
You are high and mighty, but I am just a humble peach demon.
I'm afraid of reincarnation, afraid of waiting in that dark corner for another thousand years, but in the end I won't be able to escape fate.
You have your difficulties, and I also have my obsessions.
I send you a song, no matter who gathers or disperses at the end of the song.
Blood falls into flowers, tears dye cinnabar, under the Naihe bridge, they have stayed together for thousands of years, but suddenly change, interpreting the eternal love - benevolence, god, hate.