The Bright Moon in the Qin Dynasty Has a Long and Different Path

The waning moon in the sky soaks into the long night, and the branches and leaves are swaying The autumn wind is biting and the butterflies with broken wings sing farewell Listening to the sound of the flute to cool down the fragmented history book because of who turned the page A flower fades, an end, and is torn apart Who is the clear night covering the parting of this life? Seasons of birth and departure, years of farewell, tears falling on the brows For whom did you write this page of history? The blood flowing in it A piece of joy, a piece of determination, eventually withered Aged by the wind and frost, I write a line with a pen. The moonlight in front of the window is already slightly cool. The years are long and the sound of the flute is desolate. Who is singing the songs of the old palace merchants? Who is the clear night covering the parting of this life? Seasons of birth and departure, years of farewell, tears falling on the brows For whom did you write this page of history? The blood flowing in it A piece of joy, a piece of determination, eventually withered Aged by the wind and frost, I write a line with a pen. The moonlight in front of the window is already slightly cool. The years are long and the sound of the flute is desolate. Who is singing the songs of the old palace merchants? Aged by the wind and frost, a line of writing is written in the past. The past has already cooled down. The years are long and the sound of the flute is desolate. Who is singing the songs of the old palace merchants? Intention: