Acquaintance is fate, but there is no way.
Thousands of emotions finally turned into a dream.
The waiting door is as deep as the sea, what's more, I see the deep palace.
How many vows disappear when autumn water looks through.
Sitting alone in the gazebo, stroking the piano, enjoying it, like the moonlight.
Flowers bloom and fall, when will we meet the king?
The autumn wind is bleak and people are getting thinner, and I don't know where my heart is going.
I have no intention of fighting, just because I miss my loneliness.
I have nothing to do but dress up in front of the mirror, but I forget what I used to look like.
The face is not old, and the mind is already exhausted.
Huang Xiang Ferry's original poems. . .