Cold smoke half-covers the dangerous building
Lone star and crescent moon hanging on the eaves
Leaning on the railing and pillars, wearing black hair for beautiful hair
Melancholy, wandering, loneliness scattered light
Xiao Yin cried in agony
The courtyard is deeply locked with sycamores
Wasted time, a yellow beam dream
No matter what, life and death are blurry
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