Old News from Suzhou

Old news from Suzhou, it seems to be a very distant past. The treacherous winds and clouds, the disputes in the court, the passionate affection, and the desolation of the west tower where the moon was sinking all flowed away with the water. The orioles were chirping in the dream, and the brocade quilt was cold, and her head turned white in a daze. She didn't know how the years passed, and she didn't know whether she had loved or hated her. It's just that the moon rises above Gusu Terrace, like a mirror reflecting an empty city. Intention: The world of mortals is rolling around like a dream.