I glanced at you beside Nantianmen,
I glanced at you disdainfully,
Wearing mysterious clothes, his eyes are sharp.
How many years later,
I took a look at you on Naihe Bridge,
I rolled my eyes at you,
Wearing mysterious clothes, his eyes are sharp.
You are still you, the one who makes me hate you so much.
We may forget each other in the past life, but we will continue to miss each other in this life.
There is no way, who made the underworld so poor?
Even Meng Po soup is mixed with water.