Tears have been flowing every day since we parted.
Tears flowed, and many worries flowed out.
Spring sorrow, good times don't come often.
Sad for autumn, chasing after water.
When the golden house was there, it was already empty.
I see new people laughing, not old people worrying.
Poor peach blossom face, getting thinner and thinner.
Jade skin can not help but rain, ice muscle cold wind.
Pink cheeks are yellow and old, and moth eyebrows are often wrinkled.
My heart is crying and my liver is broken.
I still remember the League under the Moon, but I can't see the red dance sleeves.
I don't know the sound of Chu songs, why can't I help crying?
There is always a king in your heart, and the dragon is healthy.
Don't hold banquets often, and drink as much as hot wine.
Elegant sometimes, spring locks the rookie.
Su Yan is also full of joy, and the king smiles.
Three thousand people are afraid of romance, and the Ming Dynasty resents Whitehead.
Looking back, I was flattered and went to the gatehouse alone.
There should be reincarnation, and hate is called the heartless curse.
I am Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and you are ashamed of your daughter.
Then hide jiao and stop.
Six palaces abandon powder makeup, and three lives look forward to the building.