This is a long and sad song that took place during the turmoil of the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
Apricot blossoms in the drizzle
Playing the flute and suffering till dawn
The cold dew blows on my face
Infatuated and unrepentant, willing to flow forever
In the middle of the night, I prayed in front of the Buddha
In this life, I am only red makeup for my beloved.