The remaining flowers and catkins stir up romance
The whisper of Yan language locks spring sorrow in the deep courtyard
Leaning on the building, I still look at the beauty and thinness
When will the Heng wave eyes break?
The sweet dreams of spring break the willows in the wind
Zhu string is easy to break, but the world will last forever
Infatuated heart only protects infatuated heart
Only the dark fragrance dances on clear sleeves
By: Xingchi
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