Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city.

East wind evil, thin heart,

A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.

No! No! No!

Spring is still old, and people are empty and thin.

Tears flooded her face.

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.

Mo! Mo! Mo!