[Rumengling·Canxiang Pavilion]
In the dark and fragrant place, there are old stories and jade poems.
Who doesn't know the pain, the endless love and resentment lock the door.
Don't, don't, let the old things be told again.
The country is picturesque and the beauties are like flowers. In the long river of history, how many grievances and hatreds have been buried in the dark corners of history and are not known to outsiders.
How much love is finally lost in those helpless reasons, those tokens, those vows, after all, they have suffered from the smoke and dust of history for thousands of years.
Behind every token in Canxiang Pavilion is a sad story.
The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Country, beauty, thinking of my beloved, where will I go?