Still water flows deep, and the sound of music plays music; in three lives, the clouds and sunshine wax and wane, and the joys and sorrows of one day come together. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time. Listen to the strings break, break those three thousand obsessions. Fall flowers submerged, buried once the wind ripple. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips. One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit. Said for a song, live for a man. I raise my glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, I feel confused and one year old. How can we stay together when we are drunk and forget each other? It is a pity for the silent night, and the sparse shadows speak desolately. Thousands of years of predestined acquaintance, this life's emotions are melancholy; unable to bear them, there are many sorrows, and tears flow before I want to speak. In this life, I follow the ancient legend and scatter withered petals for you in the tunnel of time. In the short lingering life of this life, the most beautiful memories are strung into melodious melodies, just to commemorate the most gorgeous reunion when the flowers are in full bloom. And I am just a remnant dream forgotten in the eternity. There is another one I want to get to know you, and live a long and everlasting life.
There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you