Qin Zheng is difficult to fight and easy to be breached.
A song didn't end in confusion.
The beauty of darkness and the fleeting change of time,
The reed flute blows autumn resentment.
Self-analysis: Sunny autumn days make those worries more mottled and have nowhere to hide. I thought that because of this warmth, my guzheng would understand me and make me play a song happily. But for a short moment, my mood was messed up again. Zheng's string suddenly broke. I seem to hear the cuckoo crow, and I am sad for my youth and old age.
I can't think of the time. I can't stay. Youth is only a moment. I'm starting to get scared. There is another crow's feet in the corner of the eye, which deepens the strength. It's easy to get in and out on your cheeks, but I turn a blind eye to your panic. Time flies. What can my beauty give you? They said, I'm worried about my bright cheeks so as not to fade, which is true.
Since the string of the Zheng has been broken, let me play a song quietly with autumn reeds. I can't get rid of the autumn in Ran Ran, and I can't let go of my sadness.