Everyone is praying for eternal youth and immortality, but you are waiting for old age on the other side____
When the lights are dim, who sighs Xiao again?
Drinking alone and lonely, the curtain has not yet fallen
You will hide thousands of mountains and a piece of paper, hazy into heavy ink
The words are not finished, the voice has been swallowed, the moon is full on the west tower
Looking back at the lamplight, the flower-faced man is still the same
Back then, my childhood was like a bean, and my thoughts were worry-free.
The youthful years are fleeting and the dusk rain always makes the blue shirt see through
The wind has stopped, Changque, revisiting the old place
"In the prosperous age, the fireworks are scattered. The fireworks are scattered."
The sound of oars, the lights and shadows, who is crossing? Who is crossing?
Painting a boat listening to the rain, only its shadow drifting independently in a solitary boat
After all kinds of twists and turns, who will I hold my hand with?
The backlight and the moon are about to break.
Looking back suddenly, the glory is hard to capture
The carved railings and jade inlays are especially beautiful.