The Legend of the Concubine

The tears are separated, and the moonlight seems to be gradually moving. The paint is red, and the clouds are falling without any intention. The moss knows nothing but silence, Falling flowers, The flowing water is shallow and easy to remember. I exhausted my thoughts and drew a Luan chair for you. Keep silent, knowing is ruthless. The curtain is only used to separate two seats. Carve out my heart, In the east corner, there are carved bones and mulberry trees.