Rain and dew wet the moss, but there are still purple mosses blooming. On the stone steps, the beauty never came. I think the bright moon is here, but the bright moon is hidden in the mist. Looking up at the sloping path, I feel like I am passing through.
I am in love with the other side, and everything is in my arms. The flowers and leaves are never seen, they bloom in the wrong life. There is no thought in the blue sky, and the three roads are separated by the sky. The flowers are broken into pieces and buried in the fire, and the leaves are accompanied by feelings.
In the quiet place, I looked into the sky and thought about the beautiful woman without listening. Faintly leaving the song, the rain falls all over the city, the falling flowers dye the sky, and the long and bright red erodes the road. It seems that the dragon's claw flowers are blooming, and the Three Ways of Forgotten River appears in Nancheng. Go up to a tall building alone to listen to the sound of rain, raise a glass to invite the shadows and reminisce about old feelings. Drunk and patting the bronze bell, I fell into the rivers and lakes and my eyes were filled with tears. I also want to be calm, but it is difficult to be calm anymore. It originated from the dream of guarding a lonely city and hiding from all living beings with infinite youth. It is so hypocritical!