Before the thousand-year reincarnation, by the Naihe Bridge, you caressed my face and said you wanted to meet me
I looked at your face as you drank the Meng Po soup in one gulp, and my shoulders were wet with tears.
I don't want to drink Meng Po soup and spit it out by the river across the bridge
I watch your departing back gradually disappear, I will find you...
At the corner of a busy street, I saw that all too familiar face...
It was the attachment I had been waiting for for thousands of years, and I also saw that woman, although the person accompanying her was no longer me.
Looking at you with peace of mind, your smile is still as bright as a flower, even though I have left... It is enough to see you happy...
I close my eyes and am not afraid of the horror of death. I just want to warm my heart and leave the fairy tale that protects eternity with a smile...
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