Ten years of life and death are blurred,
If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other,
His face is covered with dust and his temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home in a deep dream,
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the heartbreak will occur every year,
On a moonlit night, there is a short pine hill.
Every time he reads this poem, he thinks of
He watched helplessly as his lover died in front of him, but he did not completely collapse. He thought: Since you love me, you definitely don't want me to be so sad, but why did you leave me and leave me alone on the road to find you.