Author: Yan Shu
Original text:
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset return?
I can't help it, but I feel familiar with Yan's return. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.
Make a song and drink a glass of wine. I think of this balcony and pavilion in the same season last year. When will the sunset turn back here? It is helpless that flowers always fall. The swallows who came back gracefully seemed to know each other in the old days. I walked up and down alone in the garden path filled with flowers.