The bright moon reflects the melancholy, and a jade hairpin is tied with black hair.
She tried her best to love, but she couldn't tell whether she was falling in love with a person or love.
Her bruised bravery cannot withstand the sighs of time.
After a long night of waiting, is there anyone who can soothe the melancholy between her brows?
For the pleasure of the king, for the sake of the king. What's the end of gathering and separation?
I just want no regrets in this life, I just want a clear conscience.