Devoting Myself to Your Obsession, Floating in Your Fate
I've heard of Hua Rong Tianxia, and later her Zhuo Yan closed the moon and blushed.
I've heard of Qin Jin Shang, and later her zhuhu luanle fanhua.
I've heard of Feng Qi Tian Lan, and later her bi lie left behind regrets.
I've heard of Sheng Tang Ye Chang, and later her wu mei drunken the pipa.
I've heard of Fu Sheng Wei Xie, and later her xiu wu burdened the sky.
I've heard of Yi Nian Xiang Si, and later her ji mo permeated through the curtains.
I've heard of Yue Wu Yun Xue, and later her lu bei jian shen paused briefly.
I've heard of Ban Cheng Yan Sha, and later her qing si overnight white hair.
I've heard of Bu Jian Chang'an, and later her geyao wrote down the answers.
I've heard of Jian Qi Cang Lan, and later her sheng yuan became a beautiful story.
I've heard of Yan Du Jiu Shi, and later her huiyi blurred her eyes.
I walked alone across ten thousand waters and a thousand mountains, never feeling lonely until after arriving in Chang'an.
Everyone has a Chang'an in their heart, I spent a lifetime trying to figure out that I had never actually been there.
You're wedding dress like fire burned the sky, and from that day on the setting sun was branded on my heart like zhuhu.
They say you have a world-shattering peach blossom in your eyes, but how could it suddenly turn into a peach blossom rain?
Who's fleeting glance confused whose eyes, and who was it that played a Qin Jin Shang geyao?
I've broken the heart of a lovesick man, passing through the past, it's all madness, wasted a whole life on it.
Who watched the fireworks with me, sitting alone and melancholic?
The first day you were gone, I was fine, the sky was beautiful, a cloud meditation.
The second day you were gone, I was fine, the wind stroked my face, the azure sky was magnificent.
The third day you were gone, I was fine, I faced the wind and snow, a single thought was illusory.
The fourth day you were gone, I was fine, I listened to the rain and high buildings, the dim light of oil lamps.
The fifth day you were gone, I was fine, the full moon was a thousand miles away, an old friend returned home.
The sixth day you were gone, I was fine, the children's rhymes were long, and my soul returned to the old corridor.
The seventh day you were gone, I was fine, my hair was frosted, and I sang to the rainbow.
Actually, whether I was fine or not doesn't matter, just wait for you to come home.
