The seven laws of untitled
Rain hits banana leaves with sorrow, and the heart feels ashamed with a new moon.
The fragrance of the orchid is short, and the dream stays in the fog.
Traveling lonely, sailing in Wan Li, I am immersed in troubled times.
I used to protect flowers and cherish spring, and I was obsessed with water.
2. Translation:
Raindrops hit the banana leaves with sadness, and I am ashamed to talk to people like a crescent moon.
The fragrance of orchids can only be realized and sighed for a long time, just like watching from a distance in the fog and staying in a dream.
Travelers have gone far, drifting thousands of miles like a solitary sail, and they have to be disappointed in troubled times.
I used to be a flower-loving emissary of Xi Chun, but unfortunately this infatuation gave the water flowing east.