When the dynasty falls, there will be war in the dynasty and war in the evening.
Chu dominates the world, singing songs in the morning and singing in the evening.
I have no desire or pursuit, just keep my piano as my companion.
Unexpectedly, the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, and he fell into the tiger's mouth, and his reputation was ruined from then on.
The formalities of the letter with low eyebrows are continued, but the endless sorrow in my heart is endless.
The situation is bad, but it is a dream.
Is he willing to devote himself to Mu Shengge, or is he willing to just sit back and laugh away.
The sound of the piano is as gentle as the wind, melodious as the water, it turns a thousand times, and it hurts the heart and intestines.
This parting love ended with tears and a faint elegy...