Autumn is wild and smoky.
Who is pitiful when the west wind blows on the window eaves?
The sound of the piano is too graceful, and my heart is connected.
The quatrains are lightly touched in your hands.
Leng Yue is half awake.
Turn around, you can't see the change.
It's too far. I'll play it again
But I can't get through
How far can you go before the tea gets cold?
I picked up a book and wrote a few lines of resentment.
One night, I lost my weight.
The wine is cold, and the candles are not added.
How far can you go before the ink is dry?
Indifferent to personnel, the past is gone with the wind.
A dream in a thousand years blames me for waking up too late.
Vows can't stand the fleeting time.
Leng Yue is half awake.
Turn around, you can't see the change.
It's too far. I'll play it again
But I can't get through
How far can you go before the tea gets cold?
I picked up a book and wrote a few lines of resentment.
One night, I lost my weight.
The wine is cold, and the candles are not added.
How far can you go before the ink is dry?
Indifferent to personnel, the past is gone with the wind.
A dream in a thousand years blames me for waking up too late.
Vows can't stand the fleeting time.