A farewell song, we have been together for half our lives.
Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to pick green plums. She and he had known each other since they were young. During the long journey to the palace and the pain of leaving home, he always looked after each other secretly.
Over the years, I have slowly tasted love. I don't know what missing is, but it has already been in my heart.
The vicissitudes of life have passed by in a blink of an eye, but I still hear your words: "The flowers on the road are blooming and returning slowly."