You glance at Qianchou, and your watery eyes reflect the setting sun in the melancholy waters.
The wind ripples, and the seasons gently recall lost memories. You put your figure into a beautiful pose and imagine flying
I want to ask you, is the clear water in this life the blue silk hair and temples in your previous life? The years are speechless, embracing the time of reincarnation
You cleanse away the dust again and again. You are still you, proud of the world, holding onto the pink fragrance in the traces of flowing water
Just let a classical dream make noise in the sinking time and accompany you on the water side
Like a profound vicissitudes of life
Wandering with the beating notes
Like a lonely soul
Can't find a harbor for my soul