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I feel sorry for Cangshan. The drizzle is hard to stop. I sit and play the zither without any tune.
The place of forgetfulness is hard to leave. I wave my hands to forget the past, but I have no words to describe it.
Remembering the past, deep family affection, dark clouds flashing, thunder and sky vast
The past was difficult, and the future will be miserable. If a thousand generations have passed,
How can we survive today and tomorrow? The wind and moon change in Yanghuai, but the few years of our life are filled with glory and wealth.
Even though I have more than a thousand pieces of gold, who can I tell my heart to you?
When she was about to die, God forced her to live in a cage she did not want.
When she wanted to live, God wanted her to die, and she died when she was unwilling to give up.