Past and Present Lives: Princess Ling

Traveling back and forth for thousands of years, I have been lost in dreams and drunkenness. Before the song is finished, a few flowers are falling. Listen, after the hustle and bustle of dust has ended, whose song has ended, the lingering murmur in the hearts of you and me. Behind the grudges and hatreds, in front of wealth and power, if we had never met in these worldly loves and hates, would our hearts not be open to each other, so that the final pain would be dripping.