On the eighth day of the fifth lunar month of the Gengyin year, Heavenly Jealous Thunder struck down and died.
Today is the day when you cherish your soul, how can you not hurt me?
When the fallen leaves return to their roots to find their way, the streets seem to be in chaos.
As my thoughts linger, the gongs, inscriptions, and drums sound mixedly.
Willows and willows hang down to mourn the dead, attracting bees and butterflies to pay homage to the dead.
The old man sheds tears and turns his hair white, and his eyes become sparse and his eyebrows gradually become miserable.
I will kneel down and sing for you in front of the tomb. I hope you can rest in peace as long as you listen.
Introducing a song of high mountains and flowing water, with wisps of emotion and sorrow and tears.
Playing a song called "Yangguan Santie", it is difficult to let go of the knot in my heart.
The empty bombs are buried under the Yue at dusk, and the faint light of the clouds disappears with the wind.
At dusk, I am silent and the night sky is silent. I look up at the stars in the sky.
Looking back suddenly, your shadow will remain forever.
If the shadow is away, it will emerge beautifully.
The sun shines all over the city, and the sky is filled with confusion.
Drunk and tearful, memories of the past are like smoke.
Obliterate the world of mortals and lose the sadness.
I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the scenery was slightly cool.
Leave nothing to hate, and keep sadness alone.
Don’t be ecstatic, you will be reincarnated one day.
A glass of wine,
The soul will be broken on the road to Huangquan!
The twin shadows of the cold wind,
How can we see the moonlight from the hanging corridor?