Yesterday, Sunday, dream, see, you and other words at the beginning of the poem.

Yesterday, the stars blew yesterday, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall

but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark and with a mist of grief on the river waves

dreamed that they were guests, and they were greedy for joy in the morning

Although they met each other after spending time, they felt a little anxious about things

If you don't care, I will rest, and Qingshan only recognizes white clouds.