I wrote a poem with tears in my eyes, silently immersed in the misty rain.
Love till death do us part, which makes me eager to try.
The ups and downs of fate separate you from me.
I was infatuated with Qiong Yao's misty rain and was swept away by the west wind.
As if on the verge of autumn cold, those fantastic cold and loneliness.
The relic in the pagoda has become a flower, and the soul is floating in endless years.
Red dust. This story shows too many joys and sorrows.
Ink and tears fell into a pool of clear water, causing ripples in circles.
Who heard the dancing music in the empty Guanghan Palace?
Drink wine under the moon and taste the evening fragrance.
Can I meet your graceful figure at the corner of reincarnation?
The wind swept away the leaves of the youth dance, and it withered sadly.
Time turns back the sadness and forms an indissoluble bond with the blinds.
The biting wind and rain washed me and made me flustered.
I don't know whose lovesickness was evoked by the past.
The afterglow of the sunset is hidden in the boundless twilight.
Heartbroken people recall the past at the end of the world.
The night scene of Sangyuan was announced by a poet with a stroke of a pen.
I said to myself, what does the beginning of life mean?
This is a multi-tone landscape.
Or a silent and desolate night spirit
Gently lift the debris deposited by the years.
Flowers bloom and fall, and autumn rain is inevitable.