Fireworks in March, where can I hear the smile of a beautiful woman?
The beautiful woman with the quiet flowers and moon is charming Zheng Taoyao
Walking through the Green Pavilion in Huaifang, admiring the lotus withered moon, the dark night is still young
The pipa played softly in the deep courtyard, who was Gu Jing hurting the shadow alone?
I'm just waiting for the thrush's longing to dye the red weeping dew
The dawn moon is flying among the thousands of trees, and the bluebird is flying in front of the temple
In the rainy bamboos, you are still singing to yourself.
We were both very young at that time, childhood sweethearts, and we were everything to each other, but we always refused to give in to each other on one thing. Remember, when I introduced you to those people, I said: "This is my brother." But you just pursed your lips and smiled and said: "I am his brother." The voice was so light, as if it would be blown away by the wind. Your illness... Is the biggest pain in my heart...
At that time, after all, young people didn't know what it was like to be sad. When I got older, everything changed. I was accused of marrying someone else, and you went away to seek medical treatment, but lost your message. I will definitely be able to find you, for sure, right? ······
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After all, there are too many people between us. When the prosperity is gone, we can only hold on to our respective lovesickness, guard those passing years, and forget each other silently... Those lovesickness, those years...