Misty rain is late and sunny, and scattered flowers are speechless. At this time, Liang's room came and went.
Qin Yun has hatred and affection for Xun Feng. Broken heart and string, tears drop golden light.
Pure personal opinion
After the drizzle, a little sunshine appeared in the foggy sky. Unfortunately, at night, the fallen petal lay quietly in the dust. At this time, I want to express my inner feelings, but I can't find someone to talk to. I can only watch Shuang Yan go in and out between the beams.
A sweet wind drifted away with my piano, playing the guqin with a little hatred and inexplicable feelings. Because my heart is silently sad and unable to relieve the pain, the strings of the piano are frequently broken. I was in tears, and a tear fell on my gorgeous clothes. With me, I was a lonely person.