Singing songs and roaring in the floating clouds, testing the world with swords, white clothes stained with frost
The moment of beauty under the shade of drunken flowers, the tears of water chestnuts and cinnabar
I still remember the prosperity in the song and the fireworks in the dream. Who is wrong to worry about?
The Yellow Crane Tower is empty and depressed, traveling to the end of the world, black hair turns into white
Time passes by secretly, remembering each other with this feeling
The people at the bridge by the post lowered their eyebrows and whispered.
The blue and yellow springs are all gone, and the red dust is hard to find.
Looking back a hundred years
The green mirror lake is slightly low and the clouds are hanging. The beautiful woman is secretly tracing her eyebrows in front of her tent. Who is asking you if Hu will return?
This love is nothing but broken fireworks. The wine of separation is poured into a thousand cups. I pour the beauty into sleep.
How can the light cold and dusk snow accompany each other? After this passing, people will only be sad for many years. They only say that they should have no regrets in this life.
——Cinnabar Tears