The person you rely on the most is getting further and further away from you.
You said: "It's just you and me."
The fragrance of pear blossoms in the wind is getting weaker and weaker, as if it has been taken away. You are still standing here, but I am no longer the only one you are worried about.
That night, the pale moonlight shone on the red window lattice, like falling into an ice cave.
It vaguely reminds me of the lyrics about the drunken concubine.
He sang softly, "Who knew that my love was cold, drunk in the king's arms, and dreaming of the love of the Tang Dynasty."