Three lives ago, he held him in his arms and drank wine and sang songs under the bright moon.
Three lives later, he came to find him, a boy in purple playing the flute by the Peony Lake.
In the noisy world, with the smoke curling up from the kitchen, and the umbrella under the pavilion covering the misty rain on the river, how could the memory of three generations favor him, a flower demon? After three reincarnations, how could he remember Wei Zi in his arms before the floating world...
The dust was flying, blurring my eyes...
I will be as beautiful as a flower for you
Like the passing of time,
It's time to look around
Feeling sorry for yourself in the boudoir
Turn around in front of the peony fence
Close to the lake and mountain stone edge
I want you to loosen your collar and make your clothes wider
The tips of my sleeves are clenched and my teeth are stained.
Then I will wait for you to be patient and gentle for a while.
Where did we meet before?
Looking at each other as if they were
There is no word about the benefits of meeting each other early