Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
I think back to the past when I was deep in the palace. On New Year's Eve, hibiscus trees illuminated the building and pear blossoms were sparsely shadowed. Tangli trees were fried in the snow for several years in the Spring and Autumn Period. They vowed to be loyal to each other. All the past events slowly dissipated like a boat of stars, leaving only colorful neon lights and busy traffic in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Under the dome, the clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are spreading hatred, and the silver man is traveling far away in secret.
Finally, the song ends and the stars disperse.
There is only a faintly fragrant lotus, planted neatly in the pavilion, and the fragrance is clearer and clearer.
Thinking back to many years ago——
Wandering into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, a group of gulls and herons were startled.