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the crispy red hand gently grasps it
the yellow vine wine is murky and muddy
the spring colors of the city are filled with a sense of coldness
the green willows sneer and laugh at the city
the old man who exiled himself secretly hated the evil east wind
at this time i secretly regret that my feelings are thin
a cup of sorrow is hard to let go
cast a big mistake and suffer
the spring scenery remains as vibrant as before not like yesterday
people are thin and lonely
in a daze tears slipped down
the clothes are soaked and no one speaks
spring has returned and the peach blossoms have fallen
the peach blossoms have fallen emptyly empty by the pond and pavilion
the oath of the mountains and seas has turned into emptiness
the brocade book is heavy and heavy asking who to entrust it to
before the flowers i do not know that the world is so thin
under the moonlight i dont know how bad people are
the cold rain has no intention of sending away the dusk
i sigh softly that spring is so short that the flowers bloom easily
the morning breeze blows away the promises of the past
tears are still stained and my heart is filled with loneliness
i want to send my thoughts to the brocade book
talking to myself on the slanted railing i ask who i can rely on
the swallows are divided into flying people
time has passed and now is not yesterday
there are not many times when the disease is in critical condition
looking at the swing from afar
the sound of the horn is too cold
every night i watch the dim lights
afraid of being asked hiding and hiding
pretending to laugh and secretly shedding tears
