When I saw you for the first time, I sighed that your features were as beautiful as a painting, and you had captured all your splendor;
When they met again at that time, their feelings were already false and full of turmoil.
Back then, under the shade of drunken flowers, we cooked wine and talked about the world.
The strings of the piano are plucked, the sound is hoarse,
A long song promises Jian Jia.
Who would have thought that the passing years would leave no time for longing for thoughts?
We have always had a shallow relationship, but our love is deep.
Life and death have nothing to say, it's all a matter of coincidence.
Who wipes the battlefield with a sword, wearing black clothes and plain armor?
Who points the country, white jade is flawless;
Who stained their shirts with blood and fought mercilessly?
Whoever has a distracted mind will lose all his beauty.
Sighing the punishment of fate in this life, having to struggle endlessly;
A lifetime of infatuated love and unresolved worries.
The power is all over the world, not to climb the nine-story pagoda, but to stay together till the end of the world;
He gave up vendetta, not to leave a name in history, but to ride on the rivers and mountains.
Just say goodbye to the moment, your plain clothes are stained with frost, your smile is like an epiphyllum, raise your glass and drink, paint a picture of landscapes and people, ride back at dusk, and the long river shines with the sunset;