There are solitary shadows lingering in the court, the clouds are sparse as they fight, and the stars are clear together when we are drunk. How many times have I swallowed with tears, silently shocked by the pear blossom snow. The fragrant ink lightly touches the eyebrows and eyelashes, which can convey sadness and loneliness. Reminiscent of the colorful butterflies nesting in the dreamland, tying the knot of lovesickness again in reincarnation.