The king is water, and the palace is often confused.
The red lotus flutters and the Forgotten River pool sparkles.
Moth snow, ice muscle disappears jade bone.
In the Golden Palace, double eyes are clear.
You smile, and the blue sky begins to bloom.
You are annoyed, your eyebrows are condensing and the smoke is light.
The floating dust under the moonlight is your broken sorrow thousands of miles away.
With every frown and smile, the elegance remains the same.
The convolvulus in the smoke cage skirt is dancing all over the city, and the sunset clouds are scattered with thousands of flags and light curling clouds.
A startled smile makes the flowers close in shame, I only hope that your heart will know my heart.