You know I have a husband and you want to give me a pair of pearls.
The lingering feeling is tied to the red roller.
My home is connected with the imperial garden, and my husband is on duty in the palace with a halberd.
Knowing that your heart is like a bright moon, your husband vows to live and die together.
Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
To tell the truth, I was going to say that poem by Du Mu, so I went downstairs first.