Hongyan Jie, I Wish You Well

On the white bridge, a man in white robe stands against the bridge. Holding an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other. The rain was pouring down. The man looked into the distance. Ask where the beauty is? That year, family affection and love were intertwined, betrayal and alienation were separated. Who lost their heart? Lost your soul? Looking back at the first time we met. Who has engraved whom in their hearts, and who has regarded whom as their whole life? Beauty fades quickly, I wish you well. She looked back and smiled softly, looking at the ten thousand year snow peak, but her heart felt cold. "Just think that beauty is fleeting. I wish you well." She chuckled. Where is your heart? It's just a pursuit of profit.