The spell you engraved on the black crow's wings
Woven into a feather coat by my maid
In the long night with no one around
wrap my body
It seems
Falling under your spell, your evil spirit
Falling without a sound
speechless
The roots are noisy
The dust is talking
Travel thousands of miles
my transparent soul
Step into my garden filled with roses
The faint fragrance of lavender in your hair
Coming through the window
I was startled and pushed open the long window
But you don't exist
Maybe it's just Zhuangzi's dream of butterflies and Yuying's past and present life.
Thousands of years later
Will the quarter moon in a thousand years be like tonight?
Generally bright and sad
When I die a hundred thousand years
Who else
Who can grasp the hard and true heart and roll it into the shape of a leaf?
Play a tune gently
Sound of nature
The bright moon is in the sky, echoing one person's voice - we are waiting for you to come back