[Author] Li Shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
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Li shangyin
How many days and nights, how many red candles and tears. Looking through the autumn water, looking forward to your return, looking through the autumn water, looking forward to your return. Since you don't, the mountains are grey and the water is boundless, where to send acacia. How many days and nights, how many red candles and tears. Looking through the autumn water, looking forward to your return, looking through the autumn water, looking forward to your return. Since you don't, the mountains are grey and the water is boundless, where to send acacia. Ah. . . Alas, alas. . . Where to send acacia, ah. . . Alas, alas. . . Where, where. A broken flute broke the liver and intestines. How much trouble and ashes, how much trouble and ashes. Since you left me, I have been lonely and sad, and my face is haggard. Look haggard, look haggard ...