The red maples are like fire all over the city, and there is no one at dawn in Lanshan Mountain. The moon is withered and the willows look like lonely graves. Complain about all the troubles.
The candle shadow shakes the bell and swallows, and the tears stain the sleeves of love. The miserable light of the sword divided the soul. To repay your kindness.
Concept: Everything is like a dream