A fire burns away true feelings,
A spring snow, peach blossoms are flying.
Who is it, stroking the strings lightly, and the sound of the piano fills the garden flowers?
Who is it, wielding a sword and dancing with a sword in white clothes?
Who is it that looks back and confuses the world between black and white?
Who is it that raises its lips and smiles, stunning whose age?
After returning from the dream, I felt so sad.
The breeze passes by, dressed in white clothes
The wind, rain and snow are sudden, and we wait on the railing.
Leaning against the door and looking back, drinking alone with Fusang.
The white clothes are gone, but the breeze remains.
A dance of the sword moved the air in all directions, and a smile that looked back was as bright as Xinghua.
He remembered her, he waited for her, spent his whole life looking for her, spent his whole life making promises, until the prosperity came to an end and his life ended. He had already talked about poetry and wine, but somehow he took advantage of his youth.
Remember, remember, wait, wait, remember until the seas wither and the rocks rot, until all things wither.
The bells in the morning and the drums in the evening, the hibiscus stretched out its body charmingly, just like the peach blossoms that year...
Abandoning the mountains and rivers, we join hands in wind and rain.
We embrace the bright moon together, and the flowers fall alone and bald.
White clothes live up to expectations, but black hair is hard to come by.
Big abuse! Be careful! Be careful!
Women disguise themselves as men! Be careful! Be careful!
Beautiful and hazy control! Be careful! Be careful!