Performing on stage brings sorrow and pity
After a long sigh, the man has returned to his room
The angry clouds of the moon have dispersed, where is the desolation?
But I can't tell whether it's a play or a person who brings tears to his eyes
Send off the green forest, but think about the ruthlessness of the actor
The ultimate unknown is the coldest thing in people's hearts, urging them to give up on love
Beauty is late, beauty is helpless
Clear breeze, flying catkins and water flow
Whose daughter is sad?
Tune Baose, sing the sorrow of the world
I know that your heart abandons the river
No more staying.
——By Li Qian