How Can Love Come to This Place by People?

I am dancing on the tip of the knife, whether it is heavy or light, from the soles of my feet to my heart, there is always a spreading pain. Whoever lives badly, sighs at the great reputation of the city. I am slightly drunk, facing the north and thinking about you. A burst of autumn rain and a burst of coolness One petal falls and one wound Watching the sunset alone on the river I only blame Duan Rouchang for being lonely