Feitian
The sky is in chaos, and a tree of ice flowers makes it difficult to sleep at night.
The flying moon is lonely and haggard, with a little cold light;
A cold wind blows people to tears.
My heart is like ashes, my life is like water;
Returning in vain will never come back.
I don't want to see you, the red candle sheds tears, making it difficult to sleep.
It's hard to look back. Yesterday's fireworks faded like the dusk.
I would rather go home alone, I would rather get drunk alone, I would rather fly into the sky and never come back!