I beg you to compile ancient poems into songs, please be original, just a short paragraph (if you are satisfied, the reward will be 20 more)

The years have forgotten which night is fragrant

The bronze mirror sighs and the window is dimly dressed

The flowers complain about autumn, will you complain about the moonlight

Youmeng Chang wakes up and wipes his tears with a few lines

The eyebrows are regretted by the dust on the paper and the frost on the temples

The clouds cover the moon, what injury are you trying to cover up with your pen

Again How can we look at each other forever when we are far away and want to hold hands?

Who is looking back with a faint smile and a faint voice?

You have been wielding ink for ten years, life and death are uncertain

How can you make your fragrance linger? Don't think about it

In this life, I can see through the thousands of waves from the edge of the cliff

How many people suddenly feel like you and have an unforgettable love

I only wish to be together but things are unpredictable

Still in love after ten years of life and death

Zhao Wei - Jiang Chengzi

The years have forgotten which night rouge is fragrant

The bronze mirror sighs vaguely at the window Dressing up

Flowers complain about autumn, will you complain about the moonlight

Youmeng Chang wakes up and wipes her tears for a few lines

Growing eyebrows and regretting the dust on the paper and the frost on the temples

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The clouds cover the moon, what hurts are you trying to hide with your pen?

How can we look at each other forever if we meet again from afar and want to hold hands

Who is looking back with a faint smile and a faint voice

You have been writing ink for ten years, life and death are boundless

Even if you are fragrant, how can you not think about it

But in this life, you can see thousands of waves from the edge of the cliff

How many people Suddenly it seems that your love is unforgettable

I only wish that my two hearts can be together but the world is uncertain

I still love you for ten years and the uncertainty of life and death