The road is far away, the carriages are lined with brocades, the courtyard is filled with spring scenery and willows in the palace. The east wind is evil, people are unkind, full of melancholy, and I have to leave the rope several times. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
The love remains the same, the person is empty and thin, the tears are stained and the words are forced to smile. The sound of the flute is rising, the night is dark, I am talking alone and leaning against the fence, my heart is concerned. Hide it, hide it, hide it!
In the blink of an eye, there are three love affairs between the country and the ups and downs.
There is no right or wrong, just who is the most obsessed with it!