Outside the window, the cold stars and the cold moon are separated by the fog, and the long night faces the remaining candles.
In the mirror, the face is full of sadness, the hair is not combed, and the brows are furrowed without makeup.
Since ancient times, passion has always been misunderstood by ruthlessness, and lovesickness pierces my stomach.
Over the years, there have been many winters and summers, and we have been strangers to each other for many years.
Stone of Three Lives, Road of Three Lives, Love in Three Lives Returns to Earth
But I miss you so much, don't let each other down, I look forward to seeing you again as before
Who cares about the beautiful family like flowers? Life without you is just wasted.
Time flies, making people jealous, but having you in the world is worth countless things
In this life, I am still reading a book of farewell from my past life.
Holding a token passed down from generation to generation, where are you right now?