The classic desire is sad in the clear road in autumn, and I once fell into the peach stream to send my love in the clouds.
Jiang complained that his old friend came back late, and Qia and Fengyue became neighbors.
Looking through the autumn water, my heart is the same as today, but my wish is like water but not like clouds.
Xu is nothing left in the world, and we will never be apart from now on.
Intention: Thousands of years of reincarnation