Minghua Terrace Ziluandian
The autumn wind is bleak and the sky is red
The rain is miserable and the beauty is gone
Farewell to Fengyan Wuzhong from Luan
The harp is broken, Ye Weiyang
The flowers disperse and become empty
She lost her memory of the first half of her life
When you try your best to find it
Everything made her miserable
The nine-layered palace door is deeply locked,
Independent of this several-foot high platform,
He is surrounded by deep loneliness
Isn't it the king's land in the whole world?
But I can never find her again