Just a Shadow of Wind and Rain

After thousands of years of wind and rain, the moon tower is still only a shadow in the water, and the remaining flowers have fallen, but I still think about tenderness, and I am in vain. When I wake up from a dream, the winter snow is flying and there are thousands of elves, how can I be sad? In the Spring and Autumn Period, the sword pavilion of hundreds of generations passed by and relied on the mountain. The ancients have passed away, but the chivalrous bones are still remembered, which is still sad. The dust is rising, the cold wind is biting, and I have several thoughts, which can even be called sad.