Paper money is sent away gently in the evening breeze, who will suffer new pain?
After so many years of wind and frost, it has been a long time since I last saw the young man standing in the misty and rainy Jiangnan spring scene holding an oil-paper umbrella.
You said that in this troubled time for a country and a country, only when the country survives can there be a family. I said yes, I'll wait for you here.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
"If I can come back, I will marry you."
I'm waiting for you, in front of this flower and under the moon.
I'm waiting for you in this melodious dance.
I'm waiting for you, here is the music that conveys my longing for you.
I'm waiting for you……