I had a dream when I was young,
How unruly, how arrogant.
Like a jade beauty, like a rainbow sword,
A little drunken dream, a little famine.
How can love turn weak when it is strong?
There is no way to have long intentions, and there is no way to have deep feelings.
Morning and evening, year after year,
The ashes of the past fly away, and the smoke of the past is extinguished.
Life is nothing more than parting,
What is love and hate, what is right and wrong?
Conception: