Niyunhuan

The towers are towering, just like in calligraphy and painting. The long cold moon strikes, like flowers drooping with frost. In troubled times, wind and rain damage, The world does not know that old things are like water. Jade-skinned Qiong's fingers are playing with the coolness of the piano, There is no one to take away the sadness and fragrant bones. Bright eyes, White teeth open, Please listen to and sing sad songs. Life and death are both uncertain, The sound of the orchestra will send you to the end of the world to break your heart. The years are wasted, what is the point? The past events of the previous administration have disappeared without a trace. ​