The fragrant mist is misty, and the auspicious clouds cover it,
The Penglai Fairy Island has a clear cave, and the Qionghua and Yushu dews are strong.
But he laughed at him, the red dust and the blue sea,
How many seedlings of love, how many seeds of infatuation,
The joys and sorrows of separation and reunion are in vain to dream of lovesickness.
If nothing is revealed, it will be empty after all.
Intention: None