a thousand-year-old love robbery is once cited, but a thousand-year-old love affair is half empty.
when there is always love for a long time, it makes no difference to be far away.
Now that people are not around, one day in Sanqiu is still like a dream.
I'm out of my wits, I'm out of my wits, and I'm left with an empty shell.
prosperity is full of eyes, but desolation becomes a grave in an instant.
a cavity full of blood rewards a bosom friend, and it can still transform Changhong if spilled.
I often sigh that beauty won't last long, but I hope that the story will be told forever.