Wangcheng Road, it's late at night, and there are trees growing in thin smoke. The bright white moon wears gauze and reclines deep in the pine needles. The world is ruthless, jealous, jealous, and disrespectful. Waiting for dawn and dusk, walking together with each other, leaving only with sorrow and resentment. Thinking back to the time when I was young, spending time with Jian Jia and gathering happily in the courtyard. The leaves are falling again and I don't know the way, so I still pick up the leftover leaves and wait in the air for a long time. To this day, there are green trees in Xiaowan, and the night is like a year old, holding flowers and talking to myself. Who am I thinking of? I look around in sorrow, my companions listen to the song of the pines and waves at night.