Beside the fragrant path, who can pick the warm pear blossoms?
In the sunset, who sees the mess?
The evening breeze blows, dyeing the whole courtyard into a sea of fragrant snow
In the candlelight, people in red clothes worship each other
The luster has faded, looking back, I have been entangled for many times
During the performance, who can tell the truth from the false?
It's like hatred, filled with eyes that can't see Yiyan
The pear tree fruit is worth tasting together.
The pear blossoms fall, the evening wind blows like smoke
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