When we first saw it, the east wind blew away thousands of trees and flowers, and fireworks were falling like rain. During the Lantern Festival, the road was full of luxurious carriages filled with fragrance, and the melodious sound of phoenix flutes echoed everywhere. The bright moon gradually set in the west, and fish and dragon lanterns danced all night with laughter and noise. She walked with the crowd full of laughter, and the fragrance was wafting from her body. He looked for her thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly looked back and saw only the dimly lit place...
When we see each other again, the falling flowers and catkins fly down the ten-mile long street. She turns around and remains silent. The drizzle soaks her eyes. He folds the umbrella silently. The fate is too shallow. Who mistakenly regarded separation as waiting. How can love be over after being drunk with old lovesickness? Time flies and the moonlight outside the window is old. Whose tenderness and sorrow have been buried?