The blush is light, the love has been forgotten.
Wearing skirts to make dreams come true, recalling love and sorrow.
The happy candles are burning and the incense is coming.
Old friends are injured, you don't know.
The beautiful moon in the bridal chamber is fragrant for a long time.
The six-stringed harp played slowly,
Beside the valley of regicide past
Mr. Yan looked at Yan Zhi calmly and said something very calmly: "Actually, it's not a big deal to call you. I just want to tell you that you are a man..."