The writing has come to an abrupt end
The eyebrow pencil is cut off, but the pattern remains the same
Pale and obscure, shallow and faint
Rouge is fragile, but grace is hard to get back.
The moon is full on the west tower, and the sun is covering the dusk
It's slightly cool in Beixiang, you know whether it's cold or warm
Desolate and warm, where is the peace?