Every Fall to Winter is spent flowers for others A deep sigh and fate not be so hard to find The so-called gap between love and not love where general Why would you rather prefer to wait for old age? Time has spilt versus endless sorrowful tears Can no longer look back upon broken
The Pipa plays again while you see the mirror before you comb To set apart one full song for the Spring flower show Today’s moon goes down one more a lonely drunken wine Year after year, who grayed hair to stay fell the branches Let go and think about entering a dream about Acacia We also begin on dream.