The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, but how can the flowers on the other side bloom on the Naihe Bridge? Heartbroken grass heartbroken! Forget the river, the current forgets the river, the flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the boat of this river swims across the river.
Irises bloom on the other side, flowers bloom on the other side, crying alone, but gorgeous people don't return. At the end of the world, who will read? Yellow eyes all the way. Fallen leaves come from the roots, flowers bloom alone, and they are reborn from generation to generation. Flowers and fallen leaves are sad and empty. Don't lament that the human soul is desolate, how can you know that life and death are far apart!
( 1)
Flowers bloom on the other side,
Flowers bloom and fall.
Cause and effect are doomed to life and death,
Sansheng stone is predestined friends.
Flowers and leaves are divided into two stages.
Naiheqiao has been waiting for thousands of years.
Meng Po had a bowl of soup in his stomach.
It's hard to forget by the Santu River.
(2)
There are flowers on the other side,
There is no chance between flowers and leaves.
Forget Sichuan, the waves are calm,
There is a natural barrier between him and the coast.
The passers-by of the fire are long,
Cause and effect are scattered in past lives.
May the sadness of heart and feelings be sad.
Flowers bloom and leaves fall, goodbye.
(3)
Yellow shines on the other side,
Flowers bloom for thousands of years
Love is not a causal relationship,
Leaves have fallen for another thousand years.
(4)
The flowers are on the other side,
The sorrow of past lives.
Naihe bridge,
The fetters of this life
Blood, fire, dancing in sorrow.
Abandoned, forgotten, reborn in despair.
Confused, I saw the fiery figure ahead.
Get lost and catch a glimpse of the bridge around you.
Confusion, despair, loss, rebirth.
We walked like this,
Loss of life,
Time goes by, walking,
Only then did I realize that it was all over.
Or the soul becomes a red flame,
Or lose everything in this life and be reborn.
Pick a flower on the other side,
Drink a bowl of Mengpo soup.
Dark world,
Stay away or return.
Flowers on the other side, on the other side,
Out of reach,
How pathetic
Naiheqiao, what can I do?
If you don't give up, you will be left behind.
How helpless.
Squat down and touch the flowers on the other side,
Tilt your head and observe Naihe Bridge.
Past lives,
A sad and desperate world,
Is it nostalgia? Is it discarded?
Staring at the darkness of the world,
Leaving cold tears,
Still holding a little reluctant mood.
All this can only be chosen by ourselves.
In other words, you can't choose for yourself.
……
(5)
According to legend,
There is a kind of flower called the other side flower.
That is the memory of past lives;
Coming is also a testimony.
Walking on the Naihe Bridge,
The faint ancient lights,
Broken bronze mirror.
She and his past,
It's already carved on the sansheng stone.
Flower demon manzhu,
Ye Yao Shahua,
Finally, we will never meet again.
So, what about them?
Drink a bowl of Mengpo soup,
Everything in front of me disappeared.
On the way to the grave,
Blood is in full bloom.
The flowers on the other side,
Wake up memories of the past.
In my opinion,
A confused figure,
The lone star crossed.
Put your hands together,
Close your eyes,
Go back to the past together.
As if nothing had changed,
In front of the Santu River,
Looking back,
Flowers and leaves are silent.
(6)
Flower of the other shore
Rain and dew wet the moss, and purple flowers are still blooming.
On the stone steps, Jade Man never came.
I think the moon will be there tomorrow, and the moon will be foggy.
Look up at the oblique path and forget to cross it.
I love the other shore and everything is in my heart.
Flowers and leaves will never be seen, but they will bloom for two generations.
It's empty, and there are three roads every other day.
Flowers bury the fire, accompanied by leaves into love.
Quietly, looking into the air, thinking of jade people, never listening.
Vaguely leave songs, rain falls on the whole city, flowers fall and fly, and long purples erode the road.
It's as if I saw the African-American dragon's paw blossom, and three roads were forgotten in Cheng Nan.
Listening to the rain alone in the tall building, raising a glass to invite the shadows to recall the old feelings.
As drunk as a fiddler, I knocked on the bronze bell, and tears filled my eyes.
I want to be calm, too. It's hard to be calm again. It is because I dream of keeping an isolated city, which is infinitely fragrant and avoids all beings, so melodramatic!
(7)
The other shore is always opposite.
……
Forget Sichuan, the fetters of past lives
……
Flowers bloom and fall, like dream blood, and begin to be unattainable.
Fallen leaves, eternal luxury, the most cruel melancholy of reincarnation.
Why, eternal expectation can only be exchanged for the distant shore.
In previous lives, you and I will never reach the other side.
Hidden mirror flowers, only unforgettable memories.
Above the grave, I looked at the souls coming and going in a hurry indifferently.
The tears and dreams of the world of mortals can't resist the flight of time after all.
Time can turn everything into nothing, only annihilate all beings in laughter.
The flame of life goes out bit by bit, and everything in the world is not as good as you and me.
Flowers bloom, leaves fall, and my heart is calm. I love you without complaining.
Remember, miss, recall and love you forever.
Flowers on the other side, injured flowers, forgotten flowers, despair, all over the sky.
Forget it? What do you mean, desperate? Set sail, the other side.
We are doomed to be a tragedy in reincarnation.
Sigh, the flowers fall and forget the other side of Sichuan.
Exile the memory, everything is long gone.
The beginning of reincarnation depends only on the final outcome.
Time flies, passing through your fingers.
Love dies in my heart.
Traceless, the other side, the eternal distance.
Out of reach, reappearing, once lonely.
Can't violate it.
(8)
Flowers on the other side, flowers in hell.
We promised in front of the flowers on the other side,
If you don't leave, I won't give up.
But when the flowers fade,
Commitment is like the wind.
I'm alone.
(9)
Flowers bloom on the other side,
Heartbreak grass heartbroken.
What can we do in front of the bridge?
Sansheng before Sansheng.
( 10)
Iris, flowers on the other side.
Flowers bloom on the other side,
Crying alone,
Gorgeous people don't return it.
At the end of the world, who will read?
Yellow eyes all the way,
Fallen leaves return to their roots, and flowers bloom alone.
Eternal reincarnation,
Flowers and leaves are empty and sad.
Don't lament that the human soul is dim,
How do you know that life and death are far apart!
( 1 1)
Recalling the past on Naihe Bridge,
On the other hand, people forget Sichuan alone.
Mo Dao's desire for love has a place,
Poor flowers and leaves are incomplete.
( 12)
The flowers are on the other side,
For a thousand years,
Fall for a thousand years.
Flowers and leaves never meet,
Love is not a causal relationship,
Fate is doomed to life and death.
( 13)
The bustling world, the sea of clouds and mud, two bridges.
Life and death flick, several rounds in the morning and evening, three times in the evening.
Flowers bloom and fall, red and white, infatuation is hard to stay.
Leaves fall into the soil, flowers bloom in clusters, and tears abound.
Meng Po advised him to drink, but he never looked back.
Laughing and crying is a vicissitudes of life, Huang Shiji, Buddha is difficult.
How can I wake up from the maze when my nose is off and all my emotions are there?
Reincarnation is sad, ghosts are hard to get drunk, no way back.
( 14)
White Datura flower, the sacred flower in the sky,
A thousand years later, flowers bloom and fall.
Red manzhusha flower, hell sin flower,
Thanks to the Millennium, the leaves are flourishing.
Flowers and leaves never meet.
"Why is there only a red manjushahua in the sky and no white mandala?"
"... because heaven is Naraku's hell. "
( 15)
Walk across the desolate river bank
The ecstasy of life
At this moment.
Surprised by the light on the other side
I almost thought
The world starts from this moment.
Before the boundary between life and death
Flowers like fire on the other side
Stretch on the other side of life
( 16)
Leaves fall without flowers, flowers bloom without leaves, and acacia is hard to love.
Forgetting Sichuan across the bank calls for affection, but smelling bitter water on the river bridge.
Poverty devours the body, prosperity drinks blood, vanity dreams more.
In this reincarnation night, I asked the afterlife, when the flowers and moons on earth will die.
(XVII)
Past lives,
A sad and desperate world.
This is nostalgia, this is abandonment,
Staring at the darkness of the world,
Leaving cold tears,
Still holding a little reluctant mood.
All this can only be chosen by ourselves.
In other words, you can't choose for yourself.
……
On the other side of the end, the flowers are unbeaten.
( 18)
Vernal equinox flower
Forever blooming leisurely on the other side
This coastal heart
Only on this shore will you hesitate.
How many fireworks?
Pay the wind and rain
How many dreams are there between dust?
Turn east along the current.
What I saw disappeared.
Disappeared, remember
Driving to tea is a waste of time.
The memory left is just a petal.
When the wind blows away, it disappears.
We met in a dream that night.
You are a white rootless lotus, and I am the red flower on the other side.
You are as white as snow and I am as red as blood.
You left in the mirror pool of Tianshan Mountain.
I am lonely in the dark, and the road is long.