Autumn wind dances, maple leaves flutter
Desolate like water, leaning on the railing all night long
Drunken clouds and cold moonlight, lying on one side and dreaming like smoke
Love is hard to describe, sleepless nights, the flowers are still young and the mood is fading
Listening to the rain makes me sad, and my thoughts are expressed as a paper kite
Lonely Chanjuan, the mortal world is hard to break
You said that the new willow trees on the Qinghe River can be seen together by boating.
You said the grass in Chang'an is green and you can ride fast horses together.
You said that the devil's peach blossoms can travel together hand in hand.
You said your daughter is pink indigo, and we can have fun together.
You said that the lights of thousands of houses come proudly, but they return together beautifully.
In the end, I traveled all the way across the mountains and rivers by myself, watched the white snow and red cherry blossoms, and watched the troubled times wandering around, guarding this world alone.