Dewdrops on orchids in the cemetery are like her sad tears.
There is no knot in the knot, and the flowers in the cemetery are even worse.
Grass is like grass and loose as a cover,
The breeze is her clothes, and Jasper is her Yu Pei.
The oil-wall car used before death should be waiting around at night.
Wildfire Wildfire green, courtesy, lightning.
She walked, under the Xiling, only the wind and rain, whistling.