After ten years of life and death, I will never forget it without thinking about it.
a lonely grave is a thousand miles away, and there is nowhere to talk about it.
even if we meet, we should not know, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are frosty.
At night, I dreamt of returning home suddenly, and I was dressing at the window of Xiao Xuan.
caring for each other is silent, only a thousand lines of tears.
It's expected that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. "