Your wedding dress is like fire, burning the end of the world
From now on the setting sun burns my heart like cinnabar
They say you have the most beautiful flowers in your eyes
But how can peach blossoms rain overnight?
Asking who can lend me a look back
Go against the current and look back on the distant past
Follow the evil you chant for me
go see you again
This article is adapted from the ditty "Shangxie"
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