Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.
The flowers in the forest have faded their spring reds, it's too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
Rouge tears, staying drunk together, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.
——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting"