If the Water Is Three Thousand

When the moon is full, a leaf is cool in autumn. The deceased is gone. The clear song of the fisherman girl drifted over the endless lake: "The clouds are swaying, the grass is slender, who lives in seclusion in the middle of the mountain. The water smoke is cold, the creek is dangerous, half a green curtain, five miles away from the peach blossom shop." The green hills remain the same. Murong Yi recalled at Murong Lianyu's graveside. On an unknown year, month and day, she asked how deeply you love me, and he replied, "Look at the countless waters of Taihu Lake... My love is as deep as that." The dead heart is reborn.