In the cardamom years, the royal singers and sleeves danced together to have a good time together.
Why, it's a bit gorgeous.
The fate has been decided, they will eventually separate, and the two love each other.
The hatred of the country and the family is so embarrassing.
Drawing swords and crossbows, facing each other with swords, burning people to tears.
Tears are like strong wine, burning the heart and lungs.
Spring blossoms turn into autumn biscuits, the bright moon smiles affectionately, and we remember each other under the moon.
Ripples appeared, and shadows became sparse several times.
The prosperity is gone, I just want to hold hands with you, smile at the thousands of scenery, and live up to my love.