Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Constant cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation, and there is a different feeling in the heart.
Why do I feel so deeply about his words?
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change.
Lishan's words are gone till midnight, and the tears and rain are lingering without complaint. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches.
How many years later, should we conclude this way?