The Cold Window

The setting sun has set several times, the greenery is like a dream, and the green trees are beautiful. The smoke is misty, and I lean against the cold window at night and listen to the rain. Sighing that this life is full of ups and downs, let him whisper under the lamp. The acacia quilt is wet with tears, all traces of the title are stained, and old love fades away. On the way home, at the end of the world, don't lose your youth and let the fallen flowers become helpless. Half a curtain of wind and moon, how much leisure and sorrow do you have? It is difficult to write down a mountain alliance and a ruler, and the peach clouds under the moon have no owner. The road is far away, I asked you about your time, I mistakenly missed my lovesickness.