The fragment in the mirror, drunk with a glass of wine and feeling guilty
On the paper beside the pillow, silently watch the full moon several times
The eaves of green tiles are waiting for the return of swallows in April
The sound of the flute is clear and shallow, like the smoke in the past
How many times have I shed tears? Who will fulfill the vicissitudes of promises?
Naihe Huangquan, who are you waiting for to join hands with the world again?
Singing about life and death in the theater
No match for that moment of your indifference
Who dances under the moon with red sleeves
Who is waiting for Yuelao to pull which red thread?
In this world, how many people miss you so much and how many people get their wishes?
Why not miss your face in the next life by the Santu River?
Who has been waiting for whom for how many years in this life?
The copy wasn't written specifically for Fei Hua, so I'll just make do with it and write another one another day when I have time.