When my hair reaches my waist, I will meet you on the creek bridge. The mist in the mountains is lingering darkly, and the breeze blows across my brows.
When my hair reaches my waist, my years will be like water. They drank wine together and fell drunk, holding flowers and smiling.
Senior brother, Qian'er is sorry for you in this life. If there is an afterlife, don't meet Qian'er again.
Master Zhan, you are a disaster that Su Qian will never be able to overcome in this life.
Su Qian had never regretted anything in her life, but she only regretted that day when she saved
You.
The moon is bright
Who makes love, who pities himself
Leaning alone on the jade threshold
The water of Bianhe River reflects the crescent moon
Where are the mandarin ducks roaming leisurely, creating ripples in the jade waves?
Between the rippling green lake
Red gauze rolled bead curtain, sleepless night
Where do the flowers bloom into Pearl Gate?