The vast sorrow, the vast calamity,
The mortal world has passed, and the purple road has moved away.
Yan Yu weeps blood, the flowers fade by the string,
The wild geese are frightened into sleep, and the past years have been wasted.
The dew is like crying eyes, and the fireworks cannot be cut.
Continuous pulse, longing thoughts, faint pity.
Red lotus note, snow jade hairpin,
However, if you flick your sleeves, you will be farewell in this life.
Painted with lotuses and red tears,
Yes? Transform into a butterfly.