[Song He Zhu]
In the middle of the night, the pear blossoms and snow shine in the courtyard. The pear blossoms and snow are so miserable that the cuckoo cries blood. How could the king and his grandson be silent? They could only say goodbye on the soft mulberry road. Swallowing farewell, water flowing from the head, sobbing for others.
Don't say who has betrayed whom, there are only feelings in the world that are hard to express - I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground - this is what I have been pursuing all my life but can't get it.
If I leave, please remember to forget!