[Qin Louyue] Complaining about lovesickness,
Who knows what Qin Zheng is playing with.
Who knows,
I once had a good dream,
Spring eyebrows under the moon.
The imitation song is messy and hurts the separation,
The willow leaves of the makeup building hang low in the sky.
The sky hangs low,
Forgot to return to the fish and geese,
Even more sad.