Spring sorrow, good times don't come often; Sad autumn, falling flowers chasing water;
When the golden house was there, it was empty; I saw the new people laughing, but I didn't see the old people worried;
When you hear the loom, you will see the western hills at dusk; How can you win freedom if you only complain about the square inch?
Moss has turned to dust, tears are Wang Yang; I hope to get a thousand drinks and a pillow to swim;
Poor peach blossom face, getting thinner every day; Jade skin can't help but wear clothes, and the ice muscles are cold;
The pink cheeks are yellow and old, and moths often wrinkle; My heart is crying and my liver is broken.
I still remember the alliance under the moon, but I didn't see the tea dance; I don't know the sound of Chu songs, why can't I help crying?
There is always a king in the heart, and the dragon is healthy; Don't often have night banquets, and drink like hot wine;
Graceful and restrained sometimes, Ganquan locks the rookie; Su Yan was also filled with joy, and the king smiled;
Three thousand people are afraid of romance, and the Ming Dynasty resents hoary heads; Looking back, full of flattery, the gatehouse is alone;
Sometimes reincarnation, hate is called heartless curse; I am Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and you are ashamed of your daughter.
Then hide jiao, no longer stay; Six palaces abandon powder makeup, and three lives look forward to the building.