Crying in the Night·Spring Thoughts
Song Zhao Lingji
The curtains upstairs are weak and the flowers are low in the moonlight. Every spring, I care about things, and my heart is broken and I want to roost on a crow.
The dancing mirror, Luan Quilt, is green, and the singing pearls and phoenixes are red and slanted. The heavy doors are not locked. Lovesickness dreams can wander around the world at will.
Looking at the winding and floating catkins on the beaded curtain of the boudoir, trembling slightly
The flowers and plants on the wall don’t know that my heart is blocking the bright moon.
< p>The joy of the past reunion time brought back many worries in my mindThe broken heart is like a tired crow rushing to find its place on the branches
To the pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water The original green color of the brocade quilt has been worn away by time
Only the red candles give out a faint light every night to accompany me in tears until midnight
The door after door cannot lock the melancholy in my heart. I hope we can meet in dreams
Follow you to the ends of the earth and hope you will keep this hot heart