Don't you see, the garden is full of peach blossoms in spring.
You don't hear it, but the sound of the piano is coming, and you hope to hear it
Reminiscing about the past, we played the piano and flute together to compose a song for you.
Sighing at the present day, a song will eventually become a tragedy in ten years.
It's just my concubine's stupid heart
I really hope that the stubborn stone will be transferred
Lingering love for ten miles
Not as flashy as fame and fortune
Hope you know
If there is an afterlife
Go up to the poor blue and fall down to the underworld
I only wish to be with you
no longer see each other
What choice should a woman who has been let down make?