The sky is dark and the night is bleak. Sleep without nightmares, sleep on the pillow wet with tears.
The tea has become cold and the leaves have sunk to the bottom. The taste is weak and the center of the leaf is desolate.
Wrapped with red rope, memories from childhood. Shengxiao mourns, the wind of the past is interrupted.
Don't look back, never leave, the flowers bloom till they are in full bloom.