Past life
You play the piano with bare hands, leisurely and elegant, like a fairy
I stand and play the flute, arrogant and unruly, domineering
The wind, with the melodious music
The water reflects the smile like a flower
You whispered softly:
Waiting on the Naihe Bridge for three years
Suddenly, the wind and clouds are fierce, roaring and galloping
Still smiling like a flower, but Yi married for someone else
The flute is broken, the strings are messed up, and the bitter face is stained with tears
The long sword enters the heart, and the blood of you and me spurts out
This hatred has grown in this life.
This life
light blue sky
There is still an innocent cloud hanging
I carry the other side where the resentment from my previous life turned into
Looking for the figure that makes me heartbroken for three lifetimes
God has no mercy
Yi is already in the arms of others, happy.
I am left alone, in silence and weeping in front of the Sansheng Stone
Give up killing and domineering.
From then on
The green mountains are at the foot of the clouds, and the mountains are covered in the sky.
In Dongli Pavilion, Shiju drinks wine
Excerpts from Internet poetry