One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person. Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips. Who strokes my hair, who owes me the price of my life? Who burns the smoke away and scatters the ties of vertical and horizontal. If you don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger. If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan? People's hearts are easy to change, but people's hearts are easy to change. The words from Lishan are half past midnight, and the tears, rain and ringing will end without complaint. How lucky I am to be a handsome man in brocade, I wish I could have the same wings and branches. (Master Nalan, whom Mo Mo likes) Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a lonely tomb, with no place to talk about the desolation. (Du Niang accumulates)