Sighing in front of the window, the residual dream smiles in vain, and the desolation accompanies you.
The words are happy and the wine is in the clear bottle, and the tears are choked by love.
The night is vast and my heart is cold. It has been a long time.
Don't complain, your life will be miserable.
Don't complain, life will be rough.
Alone and lonely, my heart has been infatuated for a long time.
I haven't seen my bosom friend yet, and no one has asked me about it. Who knows if the broken string is broken?
Touching the green bottle, the moon is hidden in shame, and the tears become silk.