The white brocade is fragrant and fragrant, and the jade trees and flowers are piled in the snow. The quiet night is dark, the light is floating, and the moon is cold and melting. On earth and in heaven, the rotten silver glow shines brightly.
The ten thousand years of friendship between you and me as master and disciple, now you have passed away, leaving me alone in the world. I swear to the end of the world, and even the mountains and rivers of the six realms will find you.
Perhaps as early as ten thousand years ago, you and I were destined not to be masters and disciples, but to have two destinies that are intertwined.
Thousands of years of waiting have already worn away my edges, and my burning heart can only wait endlessly day after day.