A night of fragrant flowers enters the dream, the butterflies dance and the flowers fragrant, the love is strong and the charm is strong
Once gone, there is no name left, the flowers are still blooming and the frost is all over my temples. I can't guess all the details.
I woke up from a dream that the prosperity was gone. Did the man who didn't leave his name come?
Which one of them is the person I have spent half my youth waiting for?
Fireworks are like brocade, smoke is floating in the world of mortals
Who can explain the worries behind my charming past?