The towering clouds and pavilions were burned down, and the hustle and bustle of the flowers all turned into dust. The peacock feathers were first opened, and the Qin tower looked at the moon and sighed in the sky. The shadows of singing and dancing in the city were scattered, and the swords were shining and as crisp as ice. I traveled thousands of miles to find the old days, and the shadows of flowers were fragile when I looked at the water. The plain clothes were covered with dust and flew into the sand, and they withered and fell. The catkins have passed away. Morning and evening, I have a frightening dream, and when I wake up, I feel like I have lived another life. I have lost everything so close to me, and everything is empty in the blink of an eye. The beautiful brocade quilt on the corner pillow is rotten, and the time of a hundred years has passed away. It is made of blood and fire through the ages, and the parting of life and death is covered by clouds and rain. The beauty in the mirror has finally turned white, and the color of daylilies is pale and forgotten.
If the first encounter was a brocade dress, then the past is like a sharp blade. In the time when there was no time to rely on each other, the original brilliance faded, and was twisted beyond recognition and fragmented.
But, who can forget about worries?