The fragrant flowers are gone and the catkins are numerous
A song of sorrow breaks the heart
Misty moon, dome sky
Tonight, why will the sun shine on people again?
Recalling the fate of the world, I feel messy
Two phases on the three-life stone
Thinking about the journey, sighing sadly
How can life and death be so unclear?
When fate comes, no matter how many mountains and rivers you have
It's also difficult to block