Holding hands under the drooping poplar purple street, we laughed together.
When I left, the maple leaves fell silently, precipitating the autumn colors.
The sound of the pipa is desolate, a single rider follows him to the end of the world, and a lonely figure is wandering.
The solitary glazed lamp has flowing magnificence and sadness beneath the magnificence.
Her black silk hair reflected her beautiful smile, and she lowered her ears to listen to the words in her heart.
What happened yesterday is like a flower but not a flower. Today's memories are gone with the wind.
There is a steady stream of spring water, and a song of sadness flows eastward.
On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, we fell in love.
One day in a certain year and month, we let go of each other's hands.
It's not that we don't love each other, it's not that we don't have deep feelings.
Breaking up is not our fault.
In lonely times, we can only let go of our hands.
I can only bury my love for you in one place,
In the dead of night, drinking alone and missing your smile alone.
I miss the happiness I once had and the feelings I gave up.
Then, he poured the bitterness into his mouth over and over again to numb his aching heart.