The fate of the past life separates the love of the world,
The flowers fade in the morning and evening;
Where in the world have we met?
I just sigh that this life has ended.
In the next life, the flowers on the other side will bloom and be eye-catching,
I miss my beloved with no regrets;
Since ancient times, beauties have been humiliated and brought disaster.
A sigh of haggard and heartbroken.