The rivers and lakes are ups and downs, and things are impermanent
Born at the wrong time, sighing that there is no way back
Children hold hands, falling flowers cover the mud
Young as jade, a white horse passes by
You have lost your crown and your cold words are sparse.
Green Bamboo Shekou, Wasp Tail Needle
Turn your hands to become clouds, turn your hands to become rain
The wind and clouds are changing, and we help each other.
Qingyi candlestick, cool autumn day
Looking back, life seems like a dream