Thousands of years of foolish waiting for one person, three reincarnations for one life
Mandarin duck pillow, thousands of needles
The green hair is full of hatred, missing the beautiful fate
The world is like a dream, with empty heads and empty heads waiting for mandarin duck pillows, and those who fall into dreams are crazy
My heart is helpless in a foreign country, I smile in your arms, but I don't know that my heart has turned to gray
The city is filled with the sound of wind and rain, but I can't find the lover in my dream.
The hour drops in the middle of the night, and the shooting star flashes in the clear night
Tears pouring down, no umbrella to hold
There is no grave but a grave, how much desolation and regret are buried