Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.
East wind evil, thin heart,
A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No! No! No!
Spring is still old, and people are empty and thin.
Tears flooded her face.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo! Mo! Mo!
Today last year, in this door, the peach blossoms set each other off in red, making people wonder where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Heartbroken moon and red cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, people seem to be at that time?