The young man is full of romantic spirit, and he only looks at the current wind, moon and sky.
When I look back, the bottles of wine and blood and tears flow together, and my endless sorrow flows with the river.
I regret that it was too hasty.
Nowadays, the autumn night is unbearably long around the water, and the rain outside the house is noisy. Even if the autumn wind knows my intention, who can pay for my lovesickness?
When I was young, I relied on my talents to be domineering and made countless people angry. Now I finally tasted the consequences and met my enemies.
Intention: Since ancient times, it is difficult to have both friendship and friendship. Who is more important or less important? The family, the country and the world are righteous!