One mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, I miss the maple leaves and reds.
The flowers are blooming, the flowers are withered, the wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them, the wind and the moon are idle behind the curtain.
...
Obsessed in dreams,
Wake up and shed tears,
A touch of painting,
It's just a daydream about blue hair and bricks...