It is often heard that silk is dancing in the gaps between clouds, and colorful clouds are blowing, but the flowers are falling. It is difficult to see this person losing his youth.
It is often heard that the blue sky is falling under the yellow spring, the bones are rustling, the sand is buried in the flowers, and I don't know who is rowing the Forgotten River.
Drunk and smiling, hiding in books, just looking for a thousand years of love to return home, not seeing the world, not hearing what to do, who is the red hair in black clothes tied for?
The peach blossom paper, the snow wolf hair, the pen and ink are falling, just for the dark and pale skin. I don't know a thousand years ago, I don't ask about the loneliness for a hundred years, who is crazy about pity in white clothes and black eyes?
At that time, I didn't know the true value of my heart. I only waited for half a lifetime to be mad and the flowers would fall into the water.
At that time, I didn't pity the arrogant and was crazy. I wasted three lives worrying about you, but I knew that my smile was like a flower.
The lone person, when he dominates the blue sky and dances in the spring and autumn, can live up to the phoenix's habitation;
Come and go, I wish to forget the past, the great books are fleeting, and the dawn of youth is not easy.
I just want to be accompanied by the world of mortals, as if I were young and beautiful.