The red candle flickers, old dreams are blurred, and the bloody afterimage reflects the endless path of sorrow.
The light and shadow reflect the old dream, the love is deep and lifeless in troubled times, the love is unresolved, and the years whisper.
I met an old friend again in a dream. I had a deep love in the past, but now I have a spare cup of lovesickness.
Destiny is irreversible, and the infatuation of old friends in troubled times ends.
Don't ask when you will return, keep your mind to yourself and know the number
When I wake up from the dream, the red candle turns to ashes.
The capital of Guizhou is forgotten, only worries hide in the heart.
The world is still a dream, all the dreams are intertwined, the eyes are empty, the eyes open are filled with snow, it is ultimately an illusion
Intention: Time may forget everything, but if it exists, it will always be preserved
