I span three lives and three lives just to meet you and paint the pictures of love together. The flowers of the three lives bloom on the Naihe Bridge, and the sadness is carved on the stone of the three lives. The three lives and three lives are entwined with each other, and we will meet again after three rounds. The water in the south of the Yangtze River is under the peach blossom fan, and swallows are flying on the tower in the misty rain. Three lives and three lifetimes, looking through the window, thinking about each other, with tears all over the blue shirt. The years are long, and our love is as deep as the sea. I only hope that you and I will be by our side, weather the storms, and share the prosperity of the world. In your previous life, you were the God of Flowers, He Miao, who stole fragrances and jade, was uninhibited, and passed through thousands of flowers without touching a single leaf. The clouds and trees are smooth, holding on to the time. The hard time has passed, wandering around the world. Use dreams as horses to travel around the world. What do you want in life, but worry about him. Three lives and three lives, lying drunk among flowers, with a pot of turbid wine and a song of departure, leaving everything pure and turbid for him. Time flies, and it's been a hundred years since I looked back. I looked through my eyes with tears, but it turned out that I have only fallen in love with you for the rest of my life.
Concept: Fairy Tales