Missing each other and looking forward to my return date. The remaining red leaves are all gone to recall, the soft intestines are full of twists and turns, there are endless traces of sorrow, and the hatred is vague when I wake up from the dream.
The cold window and the falling moon are alienating. Tears of lovesickness are shed in the land of lovesickness, and the blue water falls in the underworld. There is a little bit of infatuation, and I spend half my life thinking about it.
The drunken eyes of floating life relieve the infatuation of the mind. Pay attention to the mountains and rivers, the beauty is also old, the sorrow of separation is disturbing, the song is drunk and the tears are dripping.
Looking at the heavy building, the night is desolate. The cold stars are sweeping across the clouds, the road is cut off at the end of the world, the dreams of this world are short, and the dreams are in vain.
The fragrant soul has a few traces of hatred for Yiyi. Thousands of rains of lingering memories, the past love is gone, how can I send it to you in this life, the resentment of the two lives is miserable.
The horns of the armed and iron horses are urgent. The wolf smoke is like weeping for thousands of miles, the war drums are roaring, how many times have the mountains passed, and when will the old war end?
Thousands of sails fade away from the long journey. The rivers and mountains suddenly break through the sky and weep. Once I wake up from the dream, the flowers are broken and the shadows are broken. The moon falls and I hate to leave.
A passenger ship is inhabited by a dry lamp and half a lamp. The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are hard to abandon. The swords are facing each other coldly. The dusty heart is broken. From then on, we have different things.
Time passes by and my clothes are wet with tears. The solitary oriole complained to the autumn wind, her voice swallowing, desolate and lonely, dependent on each other.