Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, I am full of melancholy, I have been away for a few years, wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw.
The peach blossoms are falling, the leisure pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is still there, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book, Mo, Mo, Mo!
Intention: Love that is impossible despite knowing it is impossible