Fame and fortune are fleeting, and the dawn wind and moon are waning on the willow bank.
The two of them were drifting apart, and it was hard to separate.
I sigh, no one can comment on current affairs.
In a troubled time, so much has changed, leaving only one song "Old Friend's Lament".
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
If you lose your heart, what will happen if you wear a yellow robe?
The stars look like they are not last night, for whom is the wind dew setting the midnight sun?
I felt sorry for the flowers in front of and under the moon that year. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
How many things are there in life? Life is like a dream, but for you it will make you feel haggard.
A hero's tears are for the country. King's tears, who are they?