I'm tasting wine alone. I'm disappointed in my guests. I hope to stay in spring. Spring has come back like wings. It disappeared without a trace. I am asking where the flowers are. It rained at night. I was buried in the palace of Chu. I want to leave a fragrant fragrance where the hairpin falls. I wandered around Taoxi. I'm turning the willow. Who am I keen to cherish? But bees and butterflies let me knock on the window. The East Garden was silent. The sky became hazy and dark.