Falling in Love with Nancheng

I met you in Yelu, and we have been together for three years. Suddenly wandering away from the realm of reincarnation, we meet again as passers-by. No one will laugh on your shoulder, no one will accompany you in the morning and dusk. We share a glass of dirty wine with you on the street corner, and the night makes you secretly sad. A cup of turbid wine cannot relieve melancholy, and there is no color in the morning and dusk.