Who is haunted by dust?
Lonely stars falling with the east water shed two lines of tears.
Zhu Yan tired pillow frost sleep gaunt.
In my dream, I will urge the pipa to turn into sorrow.
Glass broken handle wine pours thousands of cups alone.
The willow hangs low without leaning, and the clothes fade away.
Waiting for your next reincarnation
After a hundred years, I turned to the sea, stroking the strings and standing on the sky.
Looking back, Xiao can see the taste on his face.
There is no end to love and hate in the Jianghu.
You can cut it for me with a sword.
The world is far away.
The wind carries warm clouds and is light.