The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. I have been chasing the figure of a person for several lifetimes, just because he lost her in the end. I poured all my worldly dust into the rain and listened to every story in the rain: Once upon a time, the majesty of the Jade Mountain was gone, the gauze fell away, a bit lonely and cold, and the day after the fallen flowers returned, the whole house was full of beauty. Where is it drifting? When will we remember? Who abandons each other? A tear dropped in the cool rain, and the rain passed without leaving a trace. Abandoning people knows how much you know. In the remaining night, Mingji's ghostly shadow is heavy, thousands of yarns are broken, blood enters the curtain, her eyes are dark and rippleless, her blue hair hanging down her cheeks is charming. A few miles away in the desolation, there are only bones and corpses in the red river, but her smile is intoxicating. A dance in the morning sun is chaotic, almost like a song and a drunken dream. Three thousand Zhu Ying Jue, attracting anyone's confused attention. Yao Miao, Yao Miao, indeed there is no sage. ……Because he knew that when the ten thousand worldly rains fell, his girl would come back.
Intention: Floating life never stops