The rainy millet ghost cries at night and misses you so much.
No time to cry, no lovesickness becomes a lake of tears.
Tears Lake Waterfall, stained with green trees, startled wild owls.
The wild owl dances around the fog, and the old man pulls out the tassels.
The sound of tassels startled the bells and drums, and the birds came home.
Back to the lonely age, waiting for the king to die.
Lonely on the bridge that was broken by mistake in the twilight, guarding Yuhu Lake.
Yuhu was jealous of wicker and woke up from a dream.
There is no wine in autumn, and every night there is a struggle between seagulls and herons in the trees.
Gull, heron, acacia, bitter day and evening.
I still envy the butterfly dance when I am alone at dusk.
At the butterfly dance, Su Jing was very sad.
Worry and pain, the past is fading away
The withered trees are swaying and lonely.
Staggered slowly and fell into the depths of the pool.
In the deep pool, there is a long-cherished wish that there is no beauty and no smile.
A smile has withered, and at night the dust has fallen.
Who suddenly closed his eyes and his soul cried?
That is, the soul will cry at night and Cang Xie will come out in May.