Red hands, yellow wine, spring scenery all over the city and willows on the palace walls...
The world is thin, people are evil, the rain brings dusk and the flowers fall easily...
The night is misty, the dream is faint, who plays a song of lovesickness that will continue the love, the palm prints are engraved with eternity. The leaves are falling and the plum blossoms are falling. Who has made a lifelong covenant with me and gone to Magpie Bridge together for an eternity of drunkenness? The moon is half-waning and the shadows are mottled. Whoever sees the moonlight coming and going alone will definitely have a tangled marriage line. Plum blossoms on the east coast, I only promise forever in this life.