Who pities the childish child in the palace? The young emperor writes edicts to the emperor. It's hard to predict the spirit of a dragon, but it's hard to imagine a horse leaping across the country.
Because the green hair is refined into new snow, the tender heart mourns the moon. On this day when the young phoenix sings in the clear air, is my attentive old friend willing to come back?
Because of dreams, I know my old intentions and sing to the moon about papaya. In a quiet place with desert clouds and water, I pick up fallen flowers at dusk.