Red Jesus hand,
Huangteng wine,
The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil,
Love is thin.
A cup of sadness,
A few years away.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever,
People are thin and empty,
The tear stains are red [] and the silk threads are transparent.
Peach blossoms fall,
Xianchi Pavilion,
Although the mountain alliance is still there,
It's hard to trust a brocade book.
Mo, Mo, Mo.