Like ink entering water, a few ink lotuses bloom, not stained by fine dust
Like wine entering a cup, a few strands of sadness float and wind into the belly
It's like a song to my ears, recalling several dynasties in the world, waking up from dreams and makeup
Like a beautiful woman who is still the same, when you find her, she is no longer the same as when you first met her
The words are still ringing in my ears, I hold my breath, but there is no sound
It's like holding a pipa in your hand and trying to play it, but the strings break and the harp collapses.
Become a relic of the past
The person who is sought and not found
The sadness that only lowers the brow
where to return
No place to return to
At that time,
The heaven is here, the six realms are there, the parents are well, the mountains and rivers are safe.
And at this time,
My brother became a demon and I went to jail. Parents were killed, and mountains and rivers were shattered.
Not bad
When I thought I lost everything, you became my world
Intention: Don't cling to what you've lost, don't be greedy for what doesn't belong to you; don't give up what you deserve; don't ignore those who love you; let go of those who hurt you; forget what you want to forget. Precisely because we don't know anything about the future, we won't be afraid, even if we are disappointed.