I have traveled through five thousand years of wind and frost, originally to find you, and in the tunnel of countless reincarnations, I have whispered your name, lest I forget the covenant written on the three living stones. In every life and the next, I have a beautiful dream and a dream with your name written on it.
I have trekked in the Qin bricks and Han tiles, I have also searched in the Tang poems and Song poems, I have wandered in the smoke and rain of Jiangnan, I have also walked alone in the wind and wind of Saibei, and I have been a servant of the wind and dust under my feet in the thousand mountains and thousands of waters of love. It's too late to apply makeup. He also transferred a wisp of incense to the thousand-year-old Tang Dynasty, and wrote the soul in ink in a colorless poem on red notes.
Look for your green-shirted figure, look for the covenant you made on the Three Stones. Look for your warmth hidden in the ink. Do you remember the shade of the tree where you rested because of the fatigue of your footsteps, and I stood there in the posture of a tree for five hundred years, just to wait for you to stop for a moment.
You must not remember the bluestone by the bridge, in order to wait for the kiss of your footsteps, I was also beaten by the wind and rain for five hundred years, for you, I was a butterfly, a flower, a tear. In this life, I have become a woman, taking a light step to go to this five-thousand-year covenant.
Are you still green shirted and warm as ever? Can you see the three thousand thoughts that fill my tears? On this bright spring day, you can walk the path of poetry and words, step on the clear sound of flowers, and greet me. Your moonlit green shirt, will you float for me on the road of red dust this time?
How many twists and turns of the heart have not yet been told to you, how many graceful and beautiful tunes have not been played to you. The green sleeves are light and cold, the dark incense is still the same, the heart voice is trembling for no reason, I have traveled through thousands of years of wind and frost, just to sing with you in the red dust, singing lightly and singing low, do you know my heart? Can you pick up my love? Please don't pretend that the clouds are light and the wind is light, let the pear blossoms be left unattended, I am afraid of falling into the next reincarnation!
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