The north wind in Saibei blew out the torches in the barracks.
Only the moths under the general's account can't sleep at night.
The other side of the candle
It's a woman's hair covered with sideburns.
His wife is waiting for him in an empty room.
When he wins, when he comes home.
Remember that year?
Smoke began to start a prairie fire on the pillow.
The drums are urging him.
He rode on the horse with a gun and a sword.
The small family was abandoned at the beginning of the wedding.
Defend everyone in Wan Li.
The general is still wandering on the battlefield.
Mei Qing cooked wine and laughed at some soldiers.
Fight the sword and draw the horse.
Burn the midnight oil and read hundreds of art books.
But I have no time to send her a letter from home.
Does he ever wake up at night?
Miss her at home?
Under the lamp covered with blue gauze
It is no longer the red candle it used to be.
In the middle of the night, I sewed my robe tightly.
The child was awakened by thunder and still crying.
Did he ever go to bed at midnight?
Bite the silver fangs and hate him for being ungrateful?
No matter how many years.
The girl of that year is no longer young.
The truth is reduced to ashes by candlelight.
I can't stop crying when I think of you.
Looking at the lonely lamp, counting the hopeless return date.
I'm too old. I am getting old.
A yellow book is still lying on the dusty desktop.
This is a delayed letter from home.
Accompanied by a seventeen-year-old girl.
Grow old silently