"Modern and Ancient Writings - Broken Dreams in the Butterfly Hall"
On a moonlit night, the spring garden is filled with rain,
Mandarin ducks are chasing each other while playing in the water.
Strolling in the courtyard, a beautiful lady is waiting for you.
Her beautiful face frowned slightly.
Suddenly I saw the young master returning with his horse.
He was about to greet him, but he turned back drunk.
The horse's hooves are getting closer, and the heart is filled with excitement.
The gentle and charming hands are beating the man.
Whispering in a low voice is too arrogant,
Holding the man in his slender hands into the boudoir.
Drinking in the boudoir and whispering,
People are drunk before the wine is in their mouths.
Carrying the pot and filling the wine glass,
*** invited Yue Lao to accompany me.
The love is endless and hard to contain,
The beautiful woman is willing to match her lover.
We have made a private appointment to gather here next year,
to get married in pairs.
Worshiping Yue Lao in the Butterfly Hall,
Keeping your promises and vows.
The scorching sun brings spring away,
The peach blossoms have already welcomed spring back.
The young master rides on horseback to meet each other,
There is no beauty waiting in the boudoir.
Stop your horse and ask your neighbors,
Hearing it is like being struck by thunder from the clear sky.
The beauty has gone with others,
The river has flowed into the sea and will never return.
Riding on horseback, whipping up whip, and flying forward,
Just to hold the beauty back.
Who would have thought that a beautiful woman would lose her heart,
All the joy would turn into sorrow.
The courtyard scenery is still there,
It is a pity that things have changed and people have changed.
Drinking bitter wine from an empty bottle,
Tears accompany the wine and one becomes haggard.
No one is sitting in the Butterfly Hall.
The acacia piano is stained with dust.
Spring was beautiful on this day last year,
Who can pity the spring today?