The fire on the silver platform is cold and the lanterns fall, and the frost on the pink wall is cold. The moonlight shines through the window, and the thin silhouettes of people appear, while the wind blows away the flying geese.
When I am in love, I feel lonely and lonely, and I hate the beautiful hair on my temples. I took a pillow when I was bored after sitting for a long time, but I had to return home in a dream.