Flowers bloom on the other side, but there is nothing to do in front of the bridge. Forget the river under Wangxiangtai, and sell Meng Po at the edge of Sansheng Stone. Nirvana fell in love with the devil, and life was like the waste of MengMeng. Only dance the sun and the moon for the rest of my life, blowing songs.
Flowers bloom on the other side, and the grass breaks the heart. There is nothing in front of Naihe Bridge, and there must be three lives in front of the three stones. This is another way of saying, well, it's a couplet, not a poem.