1. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.
2. There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love.
3. Live happily and die without regrets.
4. Gather up the eternal love and crush the deep lovesickness.
5. The river is lonely, with dark green on both sides, and your figure is standing everywhere.
6. The aura of melancholy and clear distance is a distant and untouchable sadness, like a faint cloud and a lonely moon, which can only look into the distance of the sky.
7. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.
8. All kinds of stories are nothing more than sad feelings; when people pass by the water, the bright moon is like frost.
9. Use me to give you three lives of fireworks in exchange for your lifetime of confusion.
10. I am young and my time is wasted.
11. The street is long, the fireworks are numerous, you turn on the light to look back,
12. The short pavilion is short, the world is rolling, I sigh again.
13. Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, and they were in a trance
14. How many beauties were haggard, how much lovesickness was broken, and only the blood was stained with ink and the fragrance was left to cry in the grave.
15. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
16. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.
17. I send you a song, no matter who gathers or disperses at the end of the song.
18. Who burns the smoke and scatters the ties of vertical and horizontal.
19. Listen to the broken string and cut off the three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
20. There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches. My heart is full of joy, but you don’t know it.
21. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrown country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling.
22. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.
23. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
24. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.
25. Your sunset, my face, whose one-third year.
26. Who are you, the pen-tip boy who thinks about you day and night, turning into songs in the deserted roads of the city.
27. Whose vermilion tear mole in the corner of the eye has fulfilled your prosperous life, and who has given you a ground-breaking joy in the sky with your fierce and iron horse.
28. For the love song of the next life, I will leave it to you to fill in the words and see who you are still the high king.
29. The dazzling array of things blooming in the windows is a vivid reflection of the passing years.
30. That love song is about romance, but not about you and me.
31. When an actor enters a painting, he will live a long life.
32. Even the beauty of flowers is no match for the passage of time.
33. Does anyone collect the scenery you pass by for you?
34. Is it the sadness of fate or the pain of reincarnation.
35. Traveling through whose years and ends.
36. In that prosperous time, we were so lonely that we were hurt beyond recognition.
37. Who can see the beauty of the other person, and feel the sadness of the other person.
38. Walking alone to the end of the sea and the end of the world, there is no way to return, and your face is covered with frost.
39. The wonderful vines stranded on my tongue want to dance for you and finally captivate the country.
40. The night is slightly cooler, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is gone, and the music and songs are gentle.
41. Complex experiences carved deep lines into the corners of my eyes, and I turned around to carve out a flower.
42. In those prosperous years that never come to an end, an everlasting flower blooms.