Yu Linling
A night of emerald green, the wind swirls, and the moon disappears to clear the steps. The weight of dew is not enough to withstand the cold smoke, and before I fall asleep, I can still look forward to it.
Singing about lovesickness is like a nightmare, but it is difficult to write. The green gauze is spread out, the bamboo is played, and the beautiful concubines are scattered everywhere.
I still choke after sighing for a thousand years, how can I see that I don't recognize the face of an old friend? The world of mortals has gone through countless twists and turns, but it remains the same, a waste of effort.
Time has passed and that person is no longer in the dark place. Only filled with regret, not knowing who to live for in this life?