Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
A mottled bamboo drops a thousand tears, and Xiangjiang misty rain does not know spring.
I don't know if I am alone in the mirror. I want to arrange flowers and cry like a fish.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
At that time, I don't know how many tears I shed. Until today, bamboo is still scarred.
I used to be Xiaomi, crying at night.
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
Swallow cloud at sea has many tears. What's it like to grab ash?
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
I sent a short letter, and every line of the letter soaked my tears. The cold came to you, and I sent warm clothes, but I don't know if I received them.
Today, the mountain city is sad not only for autumn, but also for tears.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.