Recalling the past spring last year, I met you by the river.
I came back for another visit today, but I didn't see my close friend.
But when I see a handful of dirt, it breaks my heart!
Sad, sad, sad, unable to bear the tears.
Why bother to come and go? There are sad clouds by the riverside.
Zi Qi Zi Qi Xi, you and I have a thousand-gold friendship, and we have traveled to the end of the world without any words. This song will never be played again, and the three-foot Yao Qin will die for you!
Breaking the Yao Qin and Feng Wei Han, who is Ziqi playing to?
The spring breeze is full of friends, but it is difficult to find a close friend.
Snobbish and snobbish, gentle and polite, who can read the friend again!
Boya passed away without making a bell, and people will say that the harp is broken throughout the ages.
Yu Boya threw his qin to thank his close friend.
Let me ask you about the sadness and silence in the world. The string of Boy Ya's string is absolutely silent.
There are three pianos in the mountains and flowing water, and a bottle of wine in the bright moon.