When the night comes and the breeze blows, I dream of you again,
Without a thread, one relies on ignorance for a long time.
Outside the curtain, the rain is pouring down,
The yellow-flowered eyebrows inside the curtain are very haggard. ?
Recalling the past and swearing to God,
Acacia turns to ashes.
After many tears, no heart breaks,
Watching the falling flowers flying all over the sky is intoxicating.