The warm rain and clear wind have just broken through the frost. Willow eyes and plum blossom cheeks already feel the heartbeat of spring. Who can share the joy of wine and poetry? Tears melt and the remaining pink flowers are heavy.
At first try, the gold thread seams on the shirt are worn, and the mountain pillow is tilted, and the hairpin head and phoenix are damaged by the pillow. Holding one's arms alone is full of sorrow and no good dreams. It's still late at night and there are still lights and flowers.
In this picturesque country, did I replace you in the end, or did you give up to me?
It's a pity that no matter what happens in the end, it's just destiny being overthrown and fate playing tricks on you, and you can't change it and you can't go back.