The elegant rhyme of the poem tells sadness, and sweet words comfort and retain.
The night is still and the tears are deeper, and the pillow dreams are gentle.
Feelings can't tell a good story, but prodigal sons can paint landscapes.
Mo Wen, the star of the shadow moon, warms her heart with acacia wine.
(new rhyme)
Acacia is a kind of feeling, looking forward to flowers in sorrow. That sweet trouble always haunts my mind. It feels so good!