1.
The West Lake is in tears, lying on the Sanshengshi
complaining about a section of loved one who destroyed his liver and heartbroken
I stood on the broken bridge waiting for you
and you turned away with a white umbrella
Surprised eyes left only a piece of lost love
Raise the red line. Sprinkle the rain of fate on the bridge
A wet story spreads in the West Lake
Unpredictable Millennium gratitude
Ignite the sky of love silently in a small medicine hall
Spread the fragrance of medicine for you
Xu Xian, my benefactor, my husband
Give up the Millennium cultivation for you
Don't expect to squeeze into the fairy class. I don't want to live forever
I just want to cultivate the sunrise and sunset together in the smoke
I just want to snuggle up to my beloved you gently
2.
The ancient myth clearly says
the love legend of man and snake. No one can refuse
true love's provocation to secular eyes
hypocritical accusations, mercilessly unravel
the secret of White Lady's painstaking textile
approach Leifeng Tower, Touching the traces of history
The tower that never falls down is like Su Zhen's strong love
The spotless white skirt flutters in memory
The love of Xu Bai, which is amazing, rolls up
The heartless poem of lonely years
Once in a thousand years. The clear sound
continues to ripple in the mirror-like West Lake
No one can tell, whether this is the past or the present. We won't hate a white snake
lying in bed, but only remember the word "lady white snake"
3.
Walking in the beautiful dance music, pursuing the footsteps of a thousand years
The promise that has burned for a thousand years has trapped
Xu Xian from generation to generation. Who knows
where to end the lonely shadow
cry, regret and pain
a series of tortures declare the end of love
suspicion, credulity and fear
interlocking chain reaction
pressing the wronged lady to the bottom of the tower
closing the dusty story, accompanying Su Zhen. There is wind and rain
Only trust can successfully reach the other side of love
Standing on the bridge and praying at the weeping willow
Dear lady, I am still waiting for you after a thousand years.