The red cage of the Cangshan pagoda shakes, and the cold flower pool of Silver Lake breaks into pieces.
Quicksand and loess are flying all over the sky, and the north wind is blowing with white snow.
Where can a hundred thousand withered bones rest? The wandering souls can only return to their homes.
In a daze, I can only feel the shadow of the past, but I can't see you in the high hall.
Intention: Meet each other by fate, love each other by fate