Wrong union, wrong birth, wrong decision,
Making a false betrayal.
Good is also evil, righteousness is also evil, life is also death, Tao is also the devil, black is also the devil,
Tightly entangled with each other, entangled.
Tears flow, love lingers,
It is fascinating and makes people sad.
The Palace of Heaven is filled with cold fragrance,
When the music is over, the brocade robes and pavilions are dancing and making shadows.
Broken liver and intestines, locked in tears,
Falling red is ruthless, thinking and dreaming are charming.
Snow satin crochet yarn, silk silk beautiful,
But it looks like a flower but not a flower. Things are different and people are different, but there are only a thousand lines of tears.
Yesterday's sunset blossoms, now and in the past, the petals are broken. The flower branches wipe away the tears, but the green hair is not broken
Who is right and who is wrong? After a hundred years of vicissitudes, how can we play chess in the endgame?