After a farewell,
Two places hang together
Let's just say it's March and April
It's been five or six years
The lyre has no intention to play
There is no biography of the eight-character script
The nine-chain is folded from it
The ten-mile pavilion is eager to see
A hundred thoughts
A thousand thoughts
.
everyone shakes their fans in the rainy days of June, which makes me feel chilling
Pomegranate in May is like fire, and it rains with cold showers
Loquat in April is not yellow, and I want to be confused in front of the mirror
Peach blossoms in March turn with the water
Drift and fall
The kite string is broken in February
Lang Ya Lang
I wish you would come to me as a man in the next life.