Years cover up youth
But I can't get rid of the shadow of hatred
At the end of the month, the flowers are cuddling together
Why can we only be pseudonyms?
The day of honesty that I have been waiting for day and night
Is it destined to be the farewell between you and me?
Even if the love is thousands of feet long, it will end in hatred
Where were you and me in the past?
The sad sight of floating life and the lingering sound of desolate treasures. Chu Ke is sentimental but resents farewell, and he comes to the mountains and rivers far away. Watching the grass withering all day long, the anvils are sparse in several places at night.
The yellow leaves fall without wind, and the autumn clouds are always overcast without rain. If there is love in the sky, the sky will also grow old, and it will be difficult to contain the hatred. Melancholy and old happiness are like dreams, and I feel like I have nowhere to pursue them.