I am sad that there are many heartless and heartless people in this world.
But there is rarely true love that is unforgettable,
The lingering sorrow and long-lived love of ancient times,
Alas, now it only exists in the imagination of poets and writers.
So pitiful and sad that I can't stop crying!
It is the confused world that has lost its innocence,
Or does the phrase "the world is full of hustle and bustle, good things come and good things go" turn out to be a prophecy?
While feeling emotional, I wrote this down to express my relief.
Or wait until one day, which dynasty or generation will renew their oaths and chase each other for thousands of generations.