When the fragrant dew is strong, it embraces the sky, carries the blue mist, and gathers the clouds and smoke;
After missing each other, separation is a sad look;
I only remember the king's smiling eyes, his mind still warm, but no one can see him.
When I woke up from the dream, I was shocked into a silent night, covering my face in the sky with no tears swallowed;
The weeping willows outside the window are withering against the cold moon;
I don't know when you will return, but my heart will never change.