The Great Northern Song

The cold clouds and wind are gently familiar with the falling catkins, stepping lightly on the old building, and a pear tree is full of branches. I am alone, chanting and offering sacrifices to Qingluo. Who will I talk to in my life? The old man holds his hands while watching the stars and dances, shaking his shoulders, sighing with tears in his eyes who is at fault. The heart is slightly cold, the night is slightly cool, and a song of tribute to China is played in the prosperous times. An originally ordinary person, in a strange era, begins a magnificent life that does not belong to him.