Peach blossoms shed a thousand tears.
That crazy Cambridge teenager is still leafing through poetry.
Yiyi's weeping willows are ups and downs.
Who is whose love?
Who is whose love?
Who is whose injury?
Which pair of peacocks are flying southeast?
Which pair of butterflies are becoming butterflies?
Which is the waterfall with high mountains and flowing water?
Which is the eternal stone?
Who is whose love?
Who is whose love?
Who is whose injury?
Say goodbye to this song briefly with long-lasting hatred.
The eternal swan song of running water.
On sunny days, I play songs to my heart's content.
I drink and read poems in the late moon.
Who is whose love?
Who is whose love?
Who is whose injury?
Who is whose love?
I don't know what I did in the past.
Who is whose love?
I miss home because I'm already in my bones.
Who is whose injury?
Qiu Guang always lamented that he had been displaced for half a century.