The Prosperous World Is Old, and the Beautiful Woman Has Lost Her Beautiful Face.

Prosperity declines, the sea changes Three thousand worlds are nothing but beauty, The mountains and rivers are picturesque and the moonlight is hazy. If you ask, who knows that I am stranded at the end of the world? Horse hooves break through the world of mortals, The ground is dyed with the fragrance of flowers, Wanqingsi, golden steps, The peerless face is withered and sad, Wandering around, we don't meet each other on the road, From now on, I will never grow old again.