If you see the waning moon in your hometown, you should feel sorry for the waning moon.
Pity Sheng Sijun, thinking of you makes me feel cold.
When will the coldness of my heart return? When will you hold my hand?
Holding hands, regret has no fate, and wishful thinking has no fate.
One wishful wish has thousands of threads, causing sorrow and destroying the heart and liver.
How many beauties are haggard, how many lovesicknesses are broken, only blood is left to stain the ink and weep in the graves.
Intention: love, intrigue
