time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
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When will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar.
I wonder what year it is in the Palace Que in heaven and tonight.
I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid it's too high to be cold.
What is dancing to see the shadows like on earth?
turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, and take photos without sleep.
there should be no hate. why should we make peace with each other?
people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs, which is an ancient and difficult matter.
I wish people a long life, and a cicada can fly for thousands of miles.