Song - Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two uncertainties. I will not think about it. I will never forget it. I have no place to talk about it. Even if we meet each other, we should not recognize each other, but our faces are full of dust and our temples are like frost. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it. Small window. I am putting on my makeup. I have no words to say to each other, but only a thousand lines of tears. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I think I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. Only to the lonely grave, talking to themselves. Even if we met, we could not recognize each other, because I have been full of dust, gray sideburns like frost. Once again, I dreamt of you, sitting in your boudoir, grooming yourself. I knew it was a dream, but I didn't want to wake up. In the dream, facing your back, I couldn't say a word, only tears flowed endlessly. The place that breaks my heart year after year is the bright night, and the hillock where you are buried. The most poignant part of this song is the six words, "I don't think about it, I can't forget it".
Last Night's Rain and Wind
Song - Li Qingzhao
Last night's rain and wind were so sudden that I couldn't sleep without wine. I asked the man who rolled up the curtain, but he said that the begonias were still the same. I'm not sure if I know what I'm talking about. I'm not sure if I know what I'm talking about, but I'm sure I know what I'm talking about.
The rain was sparse last night, but the wind was blowing hard. I slept soundly all night, but when I woke up, I still felt a little drunk. So I asked the maid who was rolling up the curtain how things were outside, and she said the begonias were still the same as yesterday. Do you know, do you know, that at this time of the year the green leaves should be flourishing and the red flowers withering away?
Partridge Sky - Colorful Sleeves Holding Jade Bells
Song - Yan Guidao
Colorful sleeves hold jade bells attentively. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it. The moon in the heart of the willow building was low in the dance, and the wind in the shadow of the peach blossom fan was high in the song. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I have dreamed of being with you several times. This night, I still keep the bowl of silver lamp in the light, but I am afraid that the meeting is a dream.
The first time I met you, you were so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that you held a cup in your hand and urged me to drink, and I was so drunk that my face turned red. Dancing from the moon on the willow tops of the evening, until the roof of the moon fell outside the treetops late at night, we danced and sang to our heart's content, exhausted and tired to the point of no longer able to put the peach blossom fan shaking. Since that time we parted, I have always missed that wonderful meeting. How many times have I dreamed of embracing you? Tonight, I lifted the silver lamp to look at you carefully, and I am afraid that this meeting is again in a dream.