The sorrow of love is shocking in the night sky, the love encounters the autumn wind, the love is sad, and we cry with tears.

It is hard to save the old love with good intentions, and we have been in love day and night for seven years. Farewell.

There is no fate, no joy, and spring is gone. The temples are already white with frost,

It is desolate and sad, in the dead of night, people are still, and I feel sad, the flute and the flute are sad, and the beauty is sad.

I am worried, I am sad, I am sad about life, love is indifferent, ups and downs,

My hair is white and my temples are gray, I smile about the past in this world.

What is love? It makes people sad and happy. I have seen beauties so charming and charming.

I sigh for my secret nostalgia, sadness and sorrow, love and love. Drunk and drunk, my heart is still awake.

It is hard to let go of old feelings. Who understands their taste? The past is unbearable to look back on.

A piece of deep love is buried in the snow. I sigh at the sky and hate the rain and worry about the clouds.

If I don’t hate the beauties, I have no complaints. I miss the beauties. My emotions are hidden deep in my heart. No one knows who knows me.