Look at Each Other

It's late at night, Sangzi doesn't know the way, suddenly lost in the night, still dreaming of Fusu. The strings are in chaos, the pear blossoms are blooming, the bamboo and bamboo are complicated, the phoenix and flute are playing, whoever sighs, hold hands and look at each other. When the lilac leaves, people are silent, the banana music is played, the pipa plays with the jade, whoever weeps, the city is captivated by the dance. The sleeves of clouds want to stir up the tune of lovesickness, but the cinnabar cannot relieve the sadness. Lingding laughs in the rain. Only mediocre people can disturb themselves.