A Qingluan Holy Pearl, a vast expanse of mountains and rivers, who is the master of this world can only be determined by her thoughts
In the dark night, she is dressed in red and is alone. Where should she go? The lights are on, but your face is nowhere to be seen.
Going round and round, wandering several times, falling flowers all over the city, feeling unfeeling for half my life, I wish you the best in the world, and also give me the picturesque scenery of my prosperous age.
I devote my whole life to only wishing
Flowers bloom half their lives and fall all over the city, waiting for you and waiting for you