Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine. The city is full of spring scenery and the palace walls are filled with willows; the east wind is bad, the joy is thin, I am full of melancholy, I have been away for a few years, wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tear stains are red and the crocodile silk is transparent; the peach blossoms are falling, the leisure pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book, Mo, Mo, Mo!
Behind the deep affection is nothing but a letdown.
I ended this life's love with my life.
In the next life, I want to love someone who deserves my deep love.