The son wears red clothes, the king has no face, and the red curtain is raised if he doesn't like or smile;
The son's clear tears leave you with no comfort, no compassion or mercy, the wind blows from your sleeves;
When you return in Ziqi, you have no intention, do not think about it, do not recite the oath, and you are still missing;
I don't expect you to grow old together. The sky is gray and yellow, and I have no regrets about myself;
You are silent and we are growing old together. You are slightly worried and full of sympathy.
You don't say a word, and you are growing old together. You are the same age with your eyebrows and white hair.