Go to war with this bloody tyrant, when?
Consolidate yourself in decline.
Happier than my barren sin?
Now let you stand at the top of the happy time,
And many girls' gardens, but not set up,
With good wishes, I will bloom your flowers,
More like a fake than your painting:
So should the lifeline of life repair.
Is it a pencil or my student pen this time,
Whether it is intrinsic value or external fairness.
Can make you live yourself in the eyes of men.
Give up yourself and keep yourself still,
You must live and be attracted by your own sweet skills.
But why not take a more drastic approach?
To resist this damn devil's time?
There is no more auspicious weapon than my dead pen,
To protect themselves from decay and strengthen themselves?
You are standing at the top of prime time,
Many girls' gardens are not sown,
Chastity longs for your gorgeous hero,
More vivid than your portrait:
Only the thread of life can redraw life;
The brush of time, or my fragile tube,
Whether it's beautiful in spirit or appearance,
I can't let you live in front of people.
Give yourself, but still be yourself,
You must live and use your own pen.
At that time of year, you may see it in me,
When yellow leaves, or not, or rarely hang.
On those branches trembling with cold,
Bare ruins choir, where sweet birds sing.
In me, you saw the dawn of this day,
Just like the sunset,
Gradually, the night took it away,
The second self of death closes everything in rest.
In me, you see the brilliance of this flame,
Lying on the ashes of his youth,
As the bed of death, where it must end,
Swallowed by what nourishes it.
You see this, which makes your love stronger.
Love the well that you will leave soon.
You can see autumn in me.
When all the yellow leaves fall off, or just in twos and threes.
The cable hung on the shriveled dead branches and fluttered.
Hundreds of birds once sang in the abandoned music scene.
You can see the light in me.
After sunset, it gradually disappeared in the west.
Night, the incarnation of death, gradually drives it away.
Yan Jing's rest shut up all kinds of things.
You can see the embers on me.
It is dying in the cold ashes of youth.
Sooner or later, you will lose your soul in a bleak mental bed.
Destroyed by the flame that nourished it
Saw these.
Your love will be strengthened.
Because he will leave you soon, but he will die.