Wherever it goes, no one will hear it.
Why pick the moon in this life? Look at the sky.
Drinking wine alone with fireworks, only sighing for old friends.
It's time to sew again.
When a beautiful woman is born, the yellow crane hangs.
The ears are like morning and evening, the people from the past have returned;
I hope I can hear your sigh in this life and live up to my expectations.
Intention: Go both ways, sweet
