The golden breeze is gentle,
The leaves of the sycamore tree fall.
People get drunk easily when they first taste green wine.
Sleeping deeply with a pillow and a small window.
The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are gone,
The setting sun is shining brightly.
The season when the two swallows want to return,
The silver screen was slightly cold last night.
She, a woman who traveled through time and space,
He, an emperor whose name goes down in history,
He, a minister with an eternal reputation,
What is stopping us from moving forward? Is it true love, time, or etiquette? In the long time and space, where should she go?