The half-moon is full of thoughts and colorful rain.
Once the slender clouds appear, the falling water transforms the heart.
With sorrowful and tearful eyes, I looked up at the sky like a tide.
A trace of meaning.
Don't pass the Jintang.
In the Yang Kingdom and the Moon Kingdom, all things are accomplished by me.
Thousands of threads, entangled and entangled.
Farewell to Zongyuan again, it hurts like heartbreak.
Qingxin, pure heart
Fragrant for you.