It rains at the beginning of the clear night, and Li Ge sings lightly. The bamboo sheng curls up and down, and the collaterals sway gently. Encounter by chance, a startling glimpse.
Falling flowers turn into tears, poisonous wine turns into mourning. God originally abandoned the world, but he forged red threads to entangle the two of them.
When I was young and indulged in frivolity, who could think of the vows I made in the darkness...