I thought this was very interesting when I heard it from a Taoist nun friend of mine.
So I adapted it into a short story
Here are the lyrics
That year, spring was in full bloom on Long Street
Traveling together on horseback, misty rain is like a dream
Take shelter from the rain under the eaves
Look into a pair of deep eyes
Like the breeze carrying fine snow in Huashan Mountain
Cool rain
The wind blows through the faint fragrance
My heart throbs for a moment, like your gentle sword blade
Passing by like a thunderbolt
Are the words "love" written empty?
Each stroke is carefully considered and given as a gift.
Be willing to be humble in exchange for a smile
Or become mediocre
And you hold an umbrella and hold me in your arms
Be careful with every word of your oath
There is a thousand kinds of tenderness in your eyes
Like the spring breeze, the ice and snow also melt
Whose family will we meet again at a wedding later?
The beauty is at the side, the candle shadow is shaking red
Lingering lights
Reflecting a picturesque face
Like the gentle old dream of cardamom branches
Don't recognize the other person
Suddenly my thoughts surged
I hope your white clothes are as old as ever and your expression is a bit frozen
Who knew I was terrified
Maybe I should pretend to be crazy while drunk
Leave a touch of lipstick in your arms
Let's sing and recite old things slowly
Let others be alarmed
But I can only pretend to be calm
Listen carefully to those who are deeply affectionate
I won't look at your familiar face
Just drink in silence and be indifferent
Outside the mountain gate, the snow brushes through the white clothes and melts at the fingertips
Carrying a long sword, I would like to ask what should I do in this vast world?
So far in this life, it's like a joke, I laugh at it
Wishful thinking has a beginning and an end
If you had already been of the same mind as others
Why bother to offend me? I lost my love for you
Do you think I'm lost?
You are actually moved
Fortunately, I have been floating in the world of mortals for many years.
This heart is full of holes
How can I be afraid that you will use your ruthlessness as a blade to create a crack?
It won't hurt
It's better to bury the past in the wind grave
Use the long sword as a monument and the frost and snow as a tomb
If the mistake in this life lies in meeting each other
Seek a good death
Crossing the old bridge in Nanping alone
It happens to be foggy when the mountain rain comes
I remember those years when I was hugged under an umbrella
It's like lying on the bridge ropes and having a dream
After waking up from the dream, he fell and was shattered into pieces.
Without a shadow or a trace
Purpose: Seeking a good ending