Sing Softly, the Lanterns Are On

What cannot be sung is the glory of the Three Realms in those lifetimes. What is endless is the song of mourning separated by thousands of years. Whose pace is written and whose confusion is painted in the flick of the pen? Let's look at the world. Among the three realms, who can avoid the seven emotions? Cut off the six desires? Forget that the night has come to an end, and all the lights in the world have started to light up. After the winding splendor, will there be a pain that the woman cannot tell? Which woman's mouth came from that innocent song that wanders in this world? Look at tonight, sing softly and compose a love story under the bustling lights... Prajna is like a dream. Please close your eyes and listen carefully. Can you hear the lantern of the three realms? What happened in the Three Realms? In the crowded street, a woman stood. The prosperity of the world and the dim light of the lanterns were the best foils. They set off the soul that had long been wiped out in ashes and the beauty that was unrivaled in the world. A white dress fluttered gently in the wind, calling a name, "Ling Ye, Ling Ye..." Didn't you understand? Let's start with the fairyland thirty thousand years ago...