A song of Xiao, silently expressing sadness, the years are like water, I treat you without resentment
A zither tune, there is a sound that tells the story of mourning, the time is like this, I miss you without regrets
The strangers in the swing alley are quiet, and the pear blossoms are dipping in the bright moonlight at the beginning of the month
Too much helplessness, too much parting
I don't know when we will meet again