The Flowers in Front of the Court Have Faded

He once promised that "he will follow her from the poor blue sky to the underworld," which became a prophecy. They were separated by the Wangchuan River and drank the Wangchuan water. He held a red thread in the sky and formed a marriage in the world. She cooked Meng Po soup in Huangquan and forgot all her past grudges. She is his knot and his calamity. We meet by fate, but our love is deep and shallow, leaving a bright moon to express our lovesickness.