Zhang Yongzhi-Ten Years

Ten years of life and death are boundless and unforgettable without thinking about them

A lonely tomb thousands of miles away is desolate

Even if we meet again I should not know the dust, my face is covered with frost, my temples are like frost

At night, I have a dream, I suddenly return to my hometown and I am dressing up by the window of the small building

Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is expected that the new year will be The broken heart in the year is a short moonlit night in Matsuoka

Ten years of life and death are boundless and unforgettable

Thousands of miles of lonely tomb with nowhere to talk about desolation

Zhao Wei-Jiang Chengzi

The years have forgotten which night is fragrant

The bronze mirror sighs and the window is dimly dressed

The flowers complain about autumn, will you complain about the moonlight

When Youmeng Chang wakes up, she wipes her tears with a few lines

Growing her eyebrows and regretting the dust on her face and the frost on her temples

The clouds cover the moon, what injury are you trying to cover with your pen?

See you again If you want to hold hands from afar, how can you never look at each other?

Looking back, who smiles slightly and has a faint voice

You have been wielding ink for ten years, life and death are uncertain

How can you not stop even if you are fragrant? Thinking

In this life, I look at thousands of waves from the edge of the cliff

How many people suddenly feel like you and have an unforgettable love

I only wish to be together but things are unpredictable

Still in love after ten years of life and death