Meiyu is falling.
Flowers in May are sad.
Look at those crystal tears.
Who do you move for?
Burning books and burying Confucianism ruin history.
Can't ruin your crying.
A faint cry through time and space
Gently wake up my dead soul
In the drizzle of midnight
In the mist of the water town
Dream back to Qin dynasty
The pain in my heart is getting deeper and deeper
Wandering step by step
It is endless love.
The terrace is still there.
That's where you dance.
After one glass of wine, another.
It is full of your smile.
I have a splitting headache and dry mouth.
What I can't catch is your charm.
Weak call, my heart is bleeding.
Hard pursuit or failure.
Your heart is broken. With a wave of his hand
Do not return. I have made up my mind.
Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed and thundered.
The wind is wailing and the rain is crying.
The bedding is wet and the eyes are dry.
Without any help, God is exhausted.
I am very weak. I'm shrinking
It's hard to recall the past. The spring breeze has passed.
Looking at the horizon, people look forward to it.
The Iraqis are back. I'm alone.