"Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it."
That year when you and I first met, with the piano and the harp at our disposal, it was best to be quiet. After parting in the past and missing each other for ten years, we finally lost the time and love of this life.
"A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to speak of desolation"
Dressed in white clothes, carrying a sword, a lonely tomb thousands of miles away, and a heart full of sorrow for thousands of miles.
"Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are slightly frosted."
Wearing a military uniform, you trampled through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but you are no longer the image I remembered, that young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses.
"At night, you have a deep dream and suddenly return to your hometown. I am dressing up outside the small Xuan window."
That year you and I stayed together, and the stroke of indigo you painted for me was as bright as my smile, but it couldn't last as long.
"Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears"
We met again, reunited again, but we still lived up to our past feelings, and only tears were shed.
"It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, in the short pine hills."
You are dressed in plain clothes, dancing gracefully under the full moon, but you have become the afterimage quietly falling into a dream, telling you that this life is shallow and full of love.