It's cold again when we meet again.
In front of you,
Cherish the passing years.
The wind blows tightly from the pavilion, and the ice freezes into round teardrops.
The snow will stay with you. From now on, I will have less happiness.
Turn around and look back down the mountain.
The road is long,
Jade flowers turn.
The silver sea is wide, where is the transcendence.
I don't know if I miss you, my old friend. I carry my green sleeves and lean against the Zhulan.
Intention: However, your Chang'an snow cannot drift into my Jiangnan bank.