Beauty Is Hard to Seduce

The fleeting time is like a brocade and it ends like water, and the song ends and people are separated and their hearts are broken. You planted the mountains full of oleanders for me when I decided to leave. You look at the mountain of oleanders turning into a sea of ​​change, and your face is gray and your hair is white. The grievances and entanglements of the past life cannot be put aside. Then I am willing to wait for you in the next life, holding the hands of you and Abao Abei at the end of the mortal world to see the mountains of oleanders you planted for me.