There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and column is reminiscent of the past.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
I want to see you every year, just like the pear blossoms that year.
When you look back, I've missed half my life.
A startling glimpse can never be forgotten, and it will remain new even after time.
Do you know that all living beings are suffering, and this moment is the most painful.
It doesn't matter if a gentleman is a good person, or if the scenery is beautiful and the moon is shining, after all, different ways do not work together.
The harp and harp are playing in the palace, blowing the dream of the snow city, and one thought is correct.