Hearing the broken string, I only regret that it is difficult to say goodbye. The three lives are cloudy and clear. Once the joys and sorrows are separated, I will use my three lives to change your confusion for the rest of your life. If there are three thousand ounces of water, take only one ladle and drink it. All living beings are confused by flowers, and there are thousands of changes. After many vicissitudes of life, my heart is still worried about the old friend. Although the mortal world is rolling, the old people's hearts are still there. So many beauties are haggard, so many lovesicknesses are broken, leaving only blood stained with the fragrance of ink and weeping in the graves. One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.
Baili Mo: An Ning, do you still remember the dandelions that covered the mountains and plains a thousand years ago?
Ji Ningyu: The past goes with the wind, you are enough.