Among the thirty-three palaces, Lihentian is the highest, and among the four hundred and four diseases, lovesickness is the most painful.
Who makes me fall deeply in love and hurts my life;
Who seals my heart and soul and owes me my life...
After love and hate, I sigh for glitz, a piece of paper is dyed pale with ink tears, how much remains unchanged will eventually change, how many lonely lines in the world of mortals will eventually become empty.
Leaning alone by the window, watching when spring comes back, the windy flowers fall on the branches and bloom in my heart. In the bustling and noisy world, I only keep a Zen heart for you. In the mist and rain of the world, the plain words are joyful, filled with indifference, and stay calm in the passing years.
The green lamp flickers on the ancient scrolls, the shadows of plum blossoms are sparse at night, the past events are involved in reincarnation, and the pen is full of tears.