There is blood in my hands, and I can no longer shed tears.
For whom did I disobey heaven?
I have no regrets about falling in love with you.
I can't bring back the tears I made when I smiled at the beauty.
The song is poignant and I have no tears.
I write the sorrow of love with my blood.
Hollow bamboo, at the end of the blue lake, unable to be called back, sad and melancholy, with a face like water.
The heart is drunk with no way to retreat from the world of mortals, and the heart is broken and extremely sad.
Looking at the bright moon, recalling the original tail, the cup in hand, the love in the cup, is full of heartbreak...
Silent tears.