I use bloody silk to weave the sky into hell;
Cover the ground with Su-white silk and satin;
I am not some god or saint;
It's just a helpless person in this helpless world;
As long as you appreciate poetry and discuss paintings with me
The person in front of the flowers and under the moon;
There is an oath of eternal love with me;
People who have experienced vicissitudes of life;
But why does God take away these things?
Flowers bloom and fall every year;
It can be spent better;
Do you know anyone who has been with you?