In the desolate city, thousands of years of war, I can hear Qiu Yun weeping.
The ginseng reflects the night rain, the lonely moon hangs in the west, and the blue gauze clothes are stained with blood.
Under the high wall, you and I stand opposite each other in the urn city. It is difficult to advance and there is no place to retreat, so why meet each other.
I recall who came and went in Xiaofeng's residual dream that year.
You promised me that we would never be separated again in this life.
Sing a song softly with me and remember each other for a long time.
The grass-colored smoke and lingering light shine on the railing, and half of the river is green in spring.
You promised me that you would not run away from me in the next life.
I once kissed the tip of your eyebrow, leaving a trace of beauty.
At dusk, the pipa whispers in the vast sky, and the west wind rises. Bones surrounded by thorns.
Buried in Huangshali, Jiangnan.
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