The early dawn shines through the window and the clouds sway over the West Bridge
Wood carvings of golden years ripples
Because everything in this life is just for you
The rain wet my eyes
Relying on the well and looking forward to returning to the hall every year
What I'm most afraid of is that I've already torn apart two lines of tears without realizing it.
I can't find your paradise in this world
Looking into the east bottle and looking into the west, I wish I could never forget it
Thinking of your face again
If there is no chance to see you again
The willow curtain of Baidi wept several times