When we meet, whether we are happy or sad, when we fall in love, what is right or wrong, I have never been timid, but I have never been sober either. Is her encounter with him a catastrophe among thousands of flowers, or a wisp of lovesickness? The waves are full of snow, and the peach blossoms are silent in spring. A cup of tea can't express the sorrow of lovesickness; a cup of light wine can't relieve the sorrow of parting; why do I hate you so much in this life, but if there is an afterlife, I still want to be by your side, looking at you quietly, just like the years, flowing quietly.
Nangong is ultimately a dream, the dream is virtual, the virtual is illusion, and the illusion reaches the realm. Flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, Mo Yan goes to the palace, looking back and looking into the distance, how can one see the autumn pain, all the music and songs are in chaos?