"The poem is dyed at night, and people leave behind empty space to leave regrets" refers to the person who appears in the dream, and you should go to see him when you wake up.
The Rain of Falling Flowers - Jiang Jiang
Words: Jiang Jiang? Music: Jiang Jiang
Dust is flying and falling slowly on the old paper fan,
Flowers and silk.
Who is looking forward to the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River?
No one is watching outside the Peach Blossom Lake.
A few plates of side dishes and two cold glasses of wine.
The smoke dissipates and fame fades with the clouds,
The sighs of love are endless.
The jade hairpin you wore back then,
the euphemistic smile as sweet as a flower,
watched the chrysanthemums flowing across the bluestone beach.
A rain of pear blossoms is full of obsession,
The years are full of sadness or joy.
It’s raining flowers again, piles of broken leaves are scattered,
The poems falling at night dye people into the empty space and leave regrets.
The dust flies slowly off the old paper fan,
The flowers are like silk and silk.
Who is looking forward to the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River?
No one is watching outside Peach Blossom Lake.
A few plates of side dishes and two glasses of cold wine.
The smoke dissipates and fame fades with the clouds. The smoke dissipates and the fame fades with the clouds.
The sighs of love are endless.
The jade hairpin you wore back then,
the euphemistic smile as sweet as a flower,
watched the chrysanthemums flowing across the bluestone beach.
A rain of pear blossoms brings so much obsession,
The years are endless, whether sad or joyful.
It’s raining flowers again, piles of broken leaves are scattered,
The poems falling at night dye people into the empty space and leave regrets.