The days in the palace are so long;
Time and scenery are supposed to be illusory things;
But it became so real after you left;
The lingering sound of the person beside the pillow and the murmur of singing at night;
Disappeared along with the mutiny nine thousand years ago;
Is the delusion on the edge of Qinhai cliff in vain after all?
When the wind blows in Liangshan
The lingering sound in my ears rang again
Huai Feng, are you back?
It's because you can't come back;
I can't forget you, I can't forget you, I can't forget you;
With that, the last sound of wind in Liangshan disappeared;
It's like it took away the last bit of tenderness from him;
The figures in the deep palace,
Turned into thousands of afterimages like stars;
Escape into the sky, the earth, mountains, rivers and seas.
Without a word of farewell,
The whole Yanshan Mountains knew that he was looking for him;
As for where it ended up;
whether it can be found;
That's all for later.