The east wind falls, and the green leaves return.
I don't know the past and present lives, but my remaining poems fall into my dreams, hoping for your enlightenment.
A wisp of fragrant soul has thousands of knots. The oil is not exhausted and the sky is not bright yet. Why rush to extinguish the lonely lamp?
Where do all the worries come from, and where do the thousands of condensed words come from?
The world is so close and my heart gradually fades away.
Jianyin is no match for beauty and beauty.
A clear sound, a word of life and death, sings thousands of hearts and deaths.
If he doesn't care, I'll let him go; if he doesn't want me, I won't stay!