The flowers of that life bloomed beside the Sansheng Stone, and the dreams of that life evoked someone's desolation.
There is a bridge named Naihe; there is a river named Wangchuan. Who said that beside the Sansheng Stone, the beauty is still there; who sighed that I would like to accompany you for three thousand drunken laughs without telling the sorrow of separation; who is remembering that the beauty is like jade, and the sword is like a rainbow, breaking the void. After all, flowers, water and moon are at your fingertips. Who is drinking Meng Po soup with a smile, and who is not weeping the tears of beauty. Due to the mist of willows and drizzle, both heaven and earth are equally sad. If there is an afterlife and I fall in love with you, this feeling will only be remembered!
After all, facing each other across the world, are the pear blossoms and the rain cool? Time is like a dream, broken by willows and broken flowers?
The ancient rhyme of the zither, the curling sound of the piano, I, Murong Yu, am just a lonely soul that strayed into this floating world.
I have never experienced anything, I have never seen the River of Forgetfulness, only a wisp of dreams in the mortal world, and half a piece of Chinese life.
On the side of the Three Lives Stone, how much obsession and affection are engraved into a vow of love, lingering in the ears and in the heart for life, life after life. Looking back on the world of mortals, whose heartstrings trembled for whom for a moment? Whose lifelong love has disappeared in the misty world of mortals?
I, Murong Yu, am just a passer-by. I only wish to turn around and look back, in the mortal sky, brushing the ink-stained time, guarding that warm city, and carving out my glazed dream.
After an encounter, fallen leaves fell all over the bustling ground.
However, the other shore is so prosperous and prosperous that I don't know where I will be in the afterlife.