Qinghe Muchu

I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper. I came here to overcome the calamity for you. I have always had a shallow relationship, but my love is deep. In the vast world, the misty winds and dust, it is enough to stay together. She was riding a tall horse, her gauze clothes rolling and flying in the yellow sand, and the corners of her eyes seemed as lonely and desolate as the sky above her head. He was so far away from her, everything yesterday seemed like a dream. I don't know whether it was the dreamlike yesterday that was too unreal, or whether it was just a dream now. I don't know when her thin shoulders took on such a big responsibility. I don't know when her joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were immersed in her heart and never saw the light of day. The fingers holding the reins were so tight that they turned white, and the wind rushed in under his sleeves. The gauze in his hand always slipped from his palm at the moment when he was about to catch it. Wang Xian's bun remained neat and tidy in the wind. Her eyes were sad, her brows were filled with compassion, and her pale face was resolute and forbearing. She didn't know if she was waiting for a reply from him or a reply from her own heart. The fields around him were wailing and blood was flowing into rivers. The initial torment of these things had turned into a numb scene. They slowly disappeared behind them as the sound of horse hooves receded. The red agate drop next to the ear reflects the red lips, the gauze is like a withered butterfly in the wind, chanting in the blue clouds, the sleeves are bare, the wrist is golden hairpin, the vast earth is a dream in a lifetime.