At that time, the world is falling, at that time, the stars and frost are changing, at that time, blood stains the golden throne and the red silk is broken, at that time, the golden moon is drunk and the moon is drunk, and in a blink of an eye, swallows pass, a curtain is late in autumn, and the tragic song is not yet complete. – If In this life, I met you because the spring breeze of that year forgot to cover up each other’s breath, so that in the vast sea of ​​people, I had to turn around and meet your enlightened eyes. Then let me remember you, from the perspective of the general From yellow hair to white-haired old man, every yesterday is more distinct than today, just like the Duan inkstone ink, rice paper lake brush, spread out several splendid scrolls on the red sandalwood table, every pen is written in black and white, dripping and vivid. This life with you Days are joyous songs, clear words, playing the qin among willows and blue waves, a note and a peach blossom. After saying goodbye to you, the grass-generated new poems, every sentence, are sad in the bone. From now on, who will accompany me, far away Send Geng Geng Xinghe, bells and drums every year.