You are wearing a gauze skirt like snow, and your hair is flying in the wind like a waterfall. Your face is like a beautiful picture engraved in my heart.
In a trance, I looked at you silently, but I couldn't say a thousand words. Only haunting sadness.
For thousands of years, those countless vows made under the moon have never changed. However, the beautiful youth is gone forever like running water, and I feel sad at leisure. Only the beauty of that moment once became the eternity of that moment in my heart.
Who is sad and silent about the lost years? When I turned around, tears welled up.
You embrace the pipa, playing and singing one after another, but it seems far away from you.
Looking back at the sky, prosperity is as short as epiphyllum.
Recall the original picture. There is a little red cinnabar in your brow. Your superb elegance makes me throb with a beautiful smile, and I sing an ancient and beautiful book of songs for you.
Now the peach blossoms are blooming and falling with the wind, just like flying butterflies, composing a beautiful and magnificent song with the last moment of life. Now it's time to say goodbye to you. At the moment of turning around, everything froze, but some noise around turned into silence, and only loneliness flowed quietly.
It is so cold, so empty and so dark in the middle of the night.
As time goes by, nothing is eternal. Although the mountains and rivers are long, they have long been yellowed and gradually dissipated into dust by the weathering of history.
You are the only concern in my life. Remembering you a thousand times and chanting your name ten thousand times can't tell me how much I miss you until my voice becomes hoarse and hard to stop.
The beauty of flowers and the moon has turned into yellow sand and disappeared.
You embrace the pipa, playing and singing one after another, but it seems far away from you.
Looking back at the sky, prosperity is as short as epiphyllum.
Recall the original picture. There is a little red cinnabar in your brow. Your superb elegance makes me throb with a beautiful smile, and I sing an ancient and beautiful book of songs for you.
Now the peach blossoms are blooming and falling with the wind, just like flying butterflies, composing a beautiful and magnificent song with the last moment of life. Now it's time to say goodbye to you. At the moment of turning around, everything froze, but some noise around turned into silence, and only loneliness flowed quietly.
Fighting on the battlefield is only for you to fight for the world and bleed for the world.
For you, I would rather bear all the blame to subvert this dark dynasty, and I would also like to sacrifice everything, even my life, and struggle for life and death alone on the battlefield.
Memories, is the oath true or false? At this moment, it has no meaning. Without you, everything collapses in an instant and becomes meaningless.
Facing you, it seems so far away, silently looking at each other, and a thousand words in my heart have turned into silence at this time.
It is so cold, so empty and so dark in the middle of the night.
As time goes by, nothing is eternal. Although the mountains and rivers are long, they have long been yellowed and gradually dissipated into dust by the weathering of history.
You are the only concern in my life. Remembering you a thousand times and chanting your name ten thousand times can't tell me how much I miss you until my voice becomes hoarse and hard to stop.
The beauty of flowers and the moon has turned into yellow sand and disappeared.
What does not change with time? Right? Love? Or what? I stood at the top of the mountain, facing the whistling wind, only to find that the only constant is this land, which is still magnificent and beautiful like an ink landscape painting.
I found all these myself. If you think it's ok, give me a point.