The black hair is knotted, and the long night is like water.
I feel lonely and haggard, and my eyes are full of tears.
The calamity of love makes it difficult to make a clever pairing of Xuan pen.
My daughter keeps company with me, your beauty.
Black hair cut off, how can I get rid of it after a lifetime.
The painting is suspected to be newly drunk and has no time to spend.
Qingsijie, you are innocent in the three worlds of mortals.
No one has any regrets when they take back the taste of memories.