We meet at dusk, pear blossoms bloom, the setting sun dyes our hair like satin
Flowers are hairpins, and the mind is confused and uneasy
We meet again, the people have not changed, beside the glass, Zhu Fengdan
Love alone, between the eyebrows, into the abyss
Yao Juehan, broken pieces
The palace is warm at dusk, love is too late, among the pear branches, the past will never return
Drunk into sleep, completely forgotten, dancing like butterflies, sound like ripples
The sword light is cold, the blood is stained, An Ran