On the right side of happiness, there is a deserted place.
Live life with all your joy, and die with no regrets.
I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.
I will give you three lives of fireworks in exchange for your lifetime of confusion.
The short pavilion is short, the world is rolling, I sigh again.
The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light and look back.
That love song is about the romance, but it has nothing to do with you and me.
Walking alone to the end of the sea and the end of the world, there is no way to return, and the face is covered with frost.
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy for you, but you don’t know it.
After passing through the years, I dream back to watching the fireworks blooming by the Qushui River and the full moon.
Gather up the eternal love and crush the deep lovesickness.
Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.