When you stop walking on high mountains, you can see and hear in the distance.
When will the snow on Moshang melt? Who will call me Xiangjun again?
The moon was so bright that night that it made me timid.
Take me away in the twilight of old age. You sit firmly on the high platform, but I am confused.
Next time, let's never say goodbye again.
Intention: Learn to wait and leave.