The wind blows and the mirror fades
Flowers fall, people mourn
If I were born with nothing to cling to,
There is no fear of death
Debts from past lives are repaid now
Love in the past life is hopeless now
Beauty grows old easily
Black silk dye cream
Fame, wealth and wealth
A Dream of Huangliang
in the end
It should be scattered
deserved death
Only the pot of wine is left
Who can drink wine together?