Desolate night,
Broken heart.
Lonely tears,
Helpless smile.
On the Naihe Bridge, ghosts await reincarnation.
Every soul on the Forgotten River is waiting for infatuation.
I read story after story.
I have tasted tears one after another.
The flowers on the other side are blooming, and the greasy fragrance wraps around the tip of the nose.
The gurgling water of forgetful love, the sound scolds the ears.
Love, sweet.
Love, sour.
Love, astringent.
Love, pain.
Bai Mohan, you bully me and kill me, but you don't love me.
Laughter, sad laughter, painful laughter, desperate laughter.
Po Meng,
Unfortunately, I only know now,
What you meant then.
I wish for the next life,
I am just a plant on the other side of the Forgotten River.
Ruthless, loveless...