I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk. Even if I meet you, I don't know. My face is dusty and my temples are frosty. I dream of going home at night and dressing in Xiao Xuan window. I don't care, but my tears flow thousands of times. Every year, I am heartbroken, a bright moon and a short Songshan Mountain-Su Shi.