Lovesickness is like drinking poison, gouging out the heart and corroding the bones.
Tianxiabao refers to Yuelou.
A bright ancient ice moon, two or three cold stars are bleak.
The moon is white, either moistened by night dew, or Chang'e's slender hands in the Guanghan Palace caused heavy snow to fall on the world.
At midnight, someone played the Yao Qin, and the sound was as sad as crying blood. It was better to go home than to say a word. Despite the sadness, there was a tenderness that made people's hearts tremble. The song ended, and the lingering sound lingered, echoing in every thread. It moved the pear blossoms and mourned the lilacs. In the night when no one knew it, it broke free from the confinement of the branches and rode the wind to fall on the shoulders of the piano player. The fragrance lingered endlessly.
In the dead of night, under the lonely lamp, a person among the flying flowers and fallen leaves, a Yao Qin, and a tragic song. What kind of melancholy and confusion is it?