The bright moon misses the white hair on the temples. I stand alone in the candle room and miss my husband. No one cares about me, and I sleep on my pillow. Thousands of people in robes and flutes cry with cold tears.
Later he said: I can't abandon it, I will stay with you.
You haven't inherited your talent yet, and your daughter will follow you.
Intention: Ganfan, Ganfan