Xin Qiji
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East.
Blow harder,
Stars are like rain.
BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute,
The jade pot turns,
A night of dragon and dragon dancing together.
Moths, snow willows, golden plumes,
The laughter faded away.
Looking for him in the crowd,
Looking back suddenly,
That man is there,
The lights are dim.