Silk-soft hands, yellow rattan wine, spring fills the city, willows by the palace walls. The east wind is cruel, our joy was brief; a cup of sorrow, years of lonely separation. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Spring is as it was, but I am thin and wasted; tear stains redden and soak through my silk handkerchief. Peach blossoms fall, the garden lies deserted. Though our oath still stands, I cannot send you a letter. No! No! No!
Lu You
The world is fickle, human hearts cruel; rain ushers in dusk, and flowers fall with ease. The morning breeze dries the tears, but their traces remain. I wish to write what weighs on my heart, yet speak alone by the slanting rail. Hard! Hard! Hard!
We are each alone now; nothing is as it was. My ailing soul feels as if it has been tormented for a thousand autumns. A horn sounds in the cold, the night grows late. Afraid someone will ask, I brush away my tears and pretend to smile. Hide it! Hide it! Hide it!
Tang Wan
Theme:
Hao ahoa ahao ahoahhaohaohahoahoaoahoaohoaoaa I am your big brother
Encourage!!!!!!!!!!