Great Song Share - My Old Taoist Nun Friend - 2

Might as well bury the past in the wind With a long sword as the tombstone, and frost and snow as the grave If this life was a mistake in meeting I seek a peaceful end Riding alone past the old bridge at Nanping Just as the mountain rain came, shrouded in mist Remembering that year, holding each other under the umbrella It was like lying on the bridge's ropes, having a dream Waking from the dream, I fell, shattered into pieces Without a trace