A bright moon shines across a river, amidst the smoke of turmoil.
That year, the peach blossoms bloomed brightly.
Upstairs in the small building, by the river, a man dressed in white is extremely elegant.
In the hazy mist, whose blood is red and whose eyes are red? And for whom, who is so angry that he becomes a beauty?
If there is another life, he will not be him and she will not be her. Will fate no longer rise and fall?
If there is an afterlife, I will never meet you again, never be reborn in troubled times, and never fall into reincarnation forever.
No regrets in this life, rivers of tears, no regrets.