Jasmine blooms quietly, spreading fragrance everywhere.
There were a group of merchants passing by in the teahouse, but no old friends were there.
It's still the familiar streets and alleys, but why are things and people different?
Hiding all the past glory of the Governor's Mansion.
Flattery is ridiculous and ridiculous.
Cruel means are like the poisonous gut of a poppy,
Rivers of blood flowed.
He showed his talent, but ended up on the execution ground.
She strokes the strings, and the pipa sounds melodious;
By the end of the song, he had tears in his eyes.
Who made a vow that they will never forget until death?
Intent: Loyal love, false flattery, and unforgettable hatred