My heart is as cold as spring,
The rustling wind blows the moon alone;
In this world,
Sweet and sour,
It always ends up like a moon shadow.
There was no moon last night,
Sigh at the spring;
I want to string the moon once,
Sad and sad.
Fame and fortune,
Flowers fall and people die like floating awnings.
How many mistakes,
In this life, I have encountered it everywhere;
Why hate,
Through vicissitudes of life or hatred.
Complaining about the full moon banquet,
The moon is half full of tenderness;
The flickering light is beautiful,
Make a beautiful face.
As soon as I look back at the moon,
I don't know what is in the world;
Just ask the romantic haggard,
Pity those who starve to death;
Today I shed tears for the moon,
Tears are nowhere to be found in spring;
It took years to look back,
Words are hard to describe,
The moon is curved and the spring is empty.
There's always no way to get into the ground.
Who has pity on my menstrual storm,
It's stormy and the moonlight is hazy;
It is difficult to see the moonlight in the sky.
Bow your head just to feel the cold of spring;
Leng Xia is still cold in spring.
It is cold in autumn and cold in winter;
Cold spring knows nothing about the world,
The cold of the moon does not understand the old and poor;
Never ups and downs,
Good and evil will be rewarded.
The light penetrated the clouds that covered the moon,
Sadness and diarrhea,
Wind and rain are exhausted.
Ancient and modern things,
Like dirt, it hides sadness.
Spring bells resounded through the sky,
When the water is gone, it comes back to life.
People want a round of continuous enrichment,
People are different for a hundred years;
Kill PAM.
Don't distinguish between death and fairyland.
Rotten willows and red willows can soar,
Stay one day and hate one day,
Look shabby and give up.