Touch the lips to leave the song of mourning
Lonely in the boudoir, the sycamore tree whispers a thousand threads of sorrow. Floating trees come and go, where are the people in Xingqiao?
The fingers are stroking the strings, and the soul of crying dreams comes and goes. The mourning song, the red sleeves are wet with tears, and the dreams are broken like smoke.
Xing Xiangzi Kong Yi Qu
The sound of the plain string broke, and the sycamore tree fell in shock. Looking back on the past, I stared at the glass of wine. The colorful clothes are singing everywhere, and the feathered clothes lock the autumn. Like water and tenderness, the clear moon shines on the curtain hook.
The years are passing by like water, and the memories of beauties are empty. There are so many things that I want to say, but I still have to stop. When the geese fly north, it is the sad autumn. The lingering dreams of the old year are dusty and full of sorrow.
Magpie Bridge Fairy Encounter Song
There is nothing I can do in three lives, I will return to my dreams hundreds of times, and I will lie drunk on the other side for thousands of years. On the Chinese Valentine's Day, magpies meet across the bridge of stars. Don't pay attention to the falling orioles.
The oaths made by each other are made in the mountains, the central matter is played, and the lotuses are admired with a smile. The flying butterflies and phoenixes are coming as a sign of arrival, and they look at each other with their wings.
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