Ten years of life and death are blurred,
If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other,
His face is covered with dust and his temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home in a deep dream,
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
Looking at each other speechlessly,
Only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the intestines will break every year,
On a bright moonlit night, short pine trees.