Due to an uproar, the Moon Immortal, who had been glorious for nine days, was expelled to earth.
With a promise, Ye Zun, who had been worshiped by thousands of people, went to heaven and reincarnated.
The fallen maples this autumn are really red and charming. I think no one might notice them even if they fall in red clothes.
I have forgotten the domineering spirit of fighting for blood back then, and I think that even if I wait for your appearance for ten thousand years, I may not get what I want.
The night is deep,
The moon is also getting colder,
Maybe when I turn around, you will be right behind me, playing with the colorful silk that was like a trace of fairy air between my fingers, singing softly, smiling as brightly as a hibiscus emerging from the water. Maybe I can see you carefully wiping the sword that has been stained with blood from thousands of armies but is still crystal clear. With sword eyebrows and starry eyes, you really are a peerless beautiful boy.
This autumn's red maples make a crisp sound underfoot,
Why do we have almost omnipotent spiritual power in the mortal world but always find each other and disappear?
After this autumn, how far is the next year?