White silk is thin, but I'm still ashamed to move the mirror.
The flower path under the curtain is deep and secluded.
Bow your head and think of your old friend, and the path is deep.
Once a ghost, now it is full of flowers.
In my spare time, I have never heard of it.
I listened to the flute and swallowed, making my tears stick to my towel.
The wind blows in the skirt, and the jade steps are cold and dew.
Fa Lan sighed. Long hair is for you.