The swallows are light and the orioles are delicate and soft, clearly looking towards Hua Xu again. The long night fights for thin love and knowledge? Early spring is stained by lovesickness.
I write words after farewell, and my needle and thread when I say farewell, my soul is dark and I am traveling far away. The bright moon in Huainan is cold and the mountains are cold, and no one cares about me when I return.