The glass shatters in an instant and the kites fly in the wind
Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water, Cut Water Eyes
The moon is as cold as water and the ground is filled with sadness
Every frown and every smile disperses into feelings of sorrow that fly all over the sky
The colorful paper has turned yellow, I still vaguely remember it
There is still a smile on the lips, the crescent moon is sad and beautiful
The rain falls on its own, Mo Yan, the falling red should fill the path
The red dust is rolling and the strings are gently wiped, the tall building is high and a beautiful woman is leaning alone
Sighing about the entanglement of marriage and crying