The palace doors are closed,
The cold night is desolate,
The fragrance of plum blossoms outside the wall,
The dead bamboo inside the wall is damaged,
The palace lantern shakes,
The veil is melancholy,
It's not that I often miss people in my dreams,
But I live in a guest house in this world,
The candle goes out,
People are quiet,
The tea is cold.