As the sun sets, that song lingers in my ears
As wandering as poplar flowers, as unforgettable as brown eyes
I took up my pen and wrote down your name, placing my trust in this vast sea of people for thousands of years.
However, your name is too outstanding, and I also shed barren light to illuminate it
The breeze blows across the mountains and the heavy rain falls continuously.
Deep in my heart, begonia flowers bloom
Who says leisure is abandoned for a long time? Every time spring comes, the melancholy is still there. I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror. There are willows on the Qingwu embankment by the river. I want to ask about new sorrows. Why do they happen every year? The wind on the independent bridge fills the sleeves, and the new moon people in Pinglin return
Intention: The world of suffering is everywhere, and early understanding of Lan Yin