How beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement and sitting in the depths of her eyebrows.
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much.
Wang Fushi (Wang Jian)
Wangfu, the long river falls in yen and turns into stone, never looking back.
It rained on the mountain for days, and pedestrians returned to the stone.
Acacia and resentment (Ye Li)
Human nature is as deep as the sea, less than half of lovesickness.
The sea is still boundless, and lovesickness is boundless.
Take the piano to the high building, and the building will be full of empty moonlight.
Playing acacia, the string broke for a while.