The moon is bright in the sky, the jade is under the courtyard, and the cypress branches are in chaos.
The fragrance is as light as silk, and the konghou stirs people's hearts.
Suddenly separated by clouds and mist, singing in the quiet night.
The remaining sound is broken, no one comes to continue it, and this life is ended.
Weaving a sheet of red dust, the curtain is billowing, and the green silk is flying with snow.
Condensing tears, singing silver snow, forgetting the king, abandoning love and hate.
The moon is like silver, the house is covered with snow, and the twins sing.
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