Zigui weeps for blood every night, and a few lines of poems have not yet been written; the pear blossoms follow his thoughts, and the willows are broken to say goodbye to the people of the time.
The strings of the pipa tremble, a long song of farewell.
The pear blossoms lead to a relationship, but in the end the love is extinguished and falls all over the sky.
That man that year, dressed in plain clothes with his eyes closed, his gray hair adorned with pear blossoms as they fell.
That man that year brushed away the remaining petals of pear blossoms from his gray hair, and stood next to you with a smile on his face.
That man, with his military strength, gold swords, and green silk hair, made the young man wish to be a king, abandoning the unparalleled people under the pear tree.
That man that year was dressed in disheveled red, drinking wine and singing, laughing and dancing, exuding madness.
...
They were that year, they were the last ones.
"Your love for me will be wiped out for the rest of my life, and I will give you half of my wealth, that's all."
That man is still under the pear tree, with pale face and white hair like pear blossoms.