There is no wind at night, and the bright moon is homesick again
The corners of the mouth are curved, and the flowers are in love, and a bald pen is used to describe them carefully
How many thoughts are careless and careless Words, red candles shed tears,
Who touches the pipa in the cold night again
Dreams are broken, dreams are broken, this ink painting world
Call softly, this toad light becomes Frost, in the dream he picked up a cage and looked across the ferry.
Can't see, can't see
The girl beside the Sansheng Stone
He said, he said
Do you know that beautiful girl who promised him to face each other across the water?
He hid the red candle to light up this peach forest
He thought, he thought
p>The peach blossoms in March are in full bloom, falling on his arms
Faint tears paint the face in the wind
How is the fate of the three lives? Dare to forget,
Out of sight, out of sight
The pear blossoms on these arms carry the rain through the heart of lovesickness
The temples are gray, these years have turned into lines of poetry< /p>
Who is painting the red makeup on the high green tile wall
For whom is she reading the West Chamber with her cinnabar tap lightly?
The pen moves and the ink dyes the paper, there is no turning back this time Black and vast
He painted this piece of paper with a blind mind, and he will never see the sun and light in the painting again
With a blind mind, he will never hide the red candle in the clothes
With a blind heart, I will never hide the red candle in my clothes