The sun is gone, the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright, so I can't sleep.
Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Pillar, and the Shuqin was about to play the mandarin duck strings.
This song is intended to be passed down by no one, and I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze.
I recall that you are far away from me in the blue sky.
What used to be a wave of eyes has now become a fountain of tears.
If you don't believe that I have a broken heart, come back and look in front of a bright mirror.
Well written, keep up the good work