The moon moved, the figure moved, the wind moved the clock,
The frost drifted silently.
Thin clothes, thin brocade, thin fireworks,
Drunk
The moon moved, the figure moved, the wind moved the clock,
The frost drifted silently.
Thin clothes, thin brocade, thin fireworks,
Drunk wine bosom friend, caressed the piano.
Dark Jade
Flying butterflies accompany the clouds into the twilight forest,
Tears are like red leaves and green leaves
Water, like light ink, stains the stone road.
There is always a break in the wind and rain. It's raining.
Red clouds
Ordinary flower rain is broken with the wind,
This stone is dyed with light ink.
The green leaves turned red, as red as tears.
Twilight enters the clouds and butterflies fly. -Cloud