Wandering the rivers and lakes,
Under the same sky, green willows are lonely and white snow is lonely.
But I still miss the warmth of knowing each other.
The story is long and short, and our bits and pieces are scattered in it.
Under the plum tree, the closed heart quietly opened,
The past is like rain, and two hearts are so close.
Fate let us pass by.
This faint love is like a faint fragrance floating in the snow.
Can't catch it, though, we are close at hand.
These seven snowy nights are recorded on two curtains.
The handwriting will eventually blur, along with my memory.
It's like the aurora finally appeared in your life, but you disappeared.
Your sleeping eyes didn't catch it.
So, we can't meet again.
How many times does life have to be missed before it finally becomes a mistake?
If there really is a river called Jichuan in this world,
Then, please take a sip of Sichuan water from past lives after the snow melts and the ice disappears.
Think about what you missed and never let go.
The sky is vast,
Only where are you going can you prove what is forever-how far is forever?
In this endless life, who can love who forever?
Your laughter, everything you did for me,
As if everything had turned into snowflakes all over the sky,
Has been integrated into my life, generation after generation can not get rid of.
The purple woman in the lake of ice and fire,
In the snowstorm, looking back, my eyes are still clear.
As if time had stopped.
Su Yan is always silent.
I accidentally forgot meeting you for the first time.
Plum blossoms are covered with flowers. Is the moonlight gentle?
Is it an intoxicating butterfly flying at night?
Isn't it,
Your smile gradually condenses on the loneliest snowflake in the ice and snow.
It came with the snow and was finally submerged by it.
Everything is difficult at the beginning,
My hooves resounded all over the world,
I am a passer-by, not a returnee.