The sky is like spring water, and the swallows fly across.
The past few years have been just like yesterday, with shadowless people thousands of miles away.
The green silk hangs to the ground like a bead curtain, and the white clothes float like moonlight.
Whose light shirt hurriedly broke into my field of vision, and whose sword was so sharp that I couldn't open my eyes?
Helpless, is it the reincarnation of destiny and misunderstanding of love, or is it the vastness of thousands of mountains and rivers?
The song ends. In my dream, I was waiting for my return.