There are endless drops of blood and tears, and there are endless spring willows and spring flowers that fill the painting building.
Unable to sleep, screened windows after wind and rain at dusk,
Unforgettable, new sorrows and old sorrows.
I can't swallow, and my throat is full of jade and gold particles.
You can't see enough, the beautiful face in the rhombus mirror is thin.
The brows that cannot be opened are even more leaky.
Just like the invisible green mountains, the green water flows endlessly.