Look at my hometown like a pine tree. My concubine hides in a cloister and looks at each other with tears in her eyes. I haven't seen you for years. The hometown of the river flows, and the ends of the earth see stones. Only sadness is left, and the grave is full of sadness, just for acacia.
This is written by the ancients, not very appropriate, but not bad!
Jiang Chengzi Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.