The wind blows and the mirror fades
Flowers fall, people mourn
If I were born with nothing to cling to,
There is no fear of death
Debts from past lives must be repaid now
Love in the past life, now hopeless
Beauty ages easily, blue hair is dyed with frost
Fame, fortune and wealth, a dream in Huangliang
in the end
It should be scattered
deserved death
Only the pot of wine is left
Who has a drink together
(tentative)