You say the misty rain is dim and you can see from the Orchid Pavilion;
Later, I lightly hugged the dancing girl and covered her with colorful clothes.
You say the spring is bright, the sleeves are green and the fragrance is red;
Later, the west tower was hidden inside and stood quietly beside Qing.
You say the soft breeze blows gently, and I lie down drunk and think;
Later, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the curtains became ruins.
You talk about the tenderness of love, how to forget each other;
But my eyes turned slightly, and I felt frosty.