Looking at the west tower, the building is empty.
As the sun sets, who knows the sadness and bitterness? The gurgling water cannot take away the lingering sadness between the brows. I lean on the railing alone every night, looking at the moon in the sky, dotted with stars, but the moon is like your shadow, which is hard to find. I worry about you, but my beautiful lady sheds tears at night, just because my heart is sad for you.
Recalling those days, when the harp played and the drums played, I fell in love with you at first sight and let you miss me, and the sunset made people fall into the dusk sky. Wangyangguan, short songs and long pavilions, I have no chance of falling flowers and running water, weeping red lotuses in ink.
Wandering to see each other, the pale moon and the remaining stars, silently pity each other from thousands of miles away, and the deep love disappears in the clouds. Drunk in Shuxuan, my dream-broken eyes are filled with tears. The mountains are so close and the world is so far away. I wish I could see them without any reason. Drunkly photographing spring clothes and cherishing the old fragrance, the sky will leave, hate and be mad. Autumn grass grows on the streets every year, and the sun sets in the building every day.
The clouds are vast and the water is vast. The journey back from the expedition is long. There are no words to express love, so don’t waste your tears on the flower paper. The sound of love at sunset, when the setting sun is red, the moonlight is misty, the stars are few, the wind has fallen and the flowers are dying, but when someone asks, thinking about the sunset outlines the tears of the beauty, the heaven and the earth will not allow you to say goodbye, the sound of the sunset of reincarnation is heard, why does love and hatred sleep.