The autumn water of a river is filled with cold smoke, and the water shadows are as clear as practice!
For whom is that thousand-year sigh sung?
For whom did the thousand years of tears flow?
Who does this thousand-year cycle turn for?
She came to this earthly world alone, and experienced the ups and downs of human affairs, the end of prosperity,
She doesn't want to be a duckweed, and she only wants to live in her hometown!
If we can meet each other, I only hope that the sky will win my heart!