They met in the fifth life
The swords and harps of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the poems and pens of the Tang Dynasty, the military uniforms and palace bells of the Song Dynasty, the fans and incense of the Ming Dynasty, the red lips and gunfire of the Republic of China.
In every life, we fall in love with each other, but we are always pushed to the other side of separation by fate.
They don't remember each other, but they always fall again in a certain look back, a certain poem, or a certain sound of the piano.
She said: "You are the only true meaning in my poem."
She said, "I am waiting for you in my life, and I will not regret it even if I wait for five hundred years."
If you can't grow old in this life, you will write your deep feelings into the wind and snow, and fall into the mountains and rivers.
Intention: Life after life is a calamity of love, you are the deep love and freedom in my destiny
