When I entered the palace at the age of cardamom, my head was high and Pingting was dragging her Chu posture.
Drinking fragrant tea alone is chilling to the bone, and dreams of prosperity leave no trace behind.
The rising sun is still there and the person is no longer there, and the youth is extinguished in an instant.
Weeping, holding a peach blossom fan in hand, lowering her eyebrows and chanting in mourning.