The cold wind is sobbing, and when you enter the courtyard, the cold rain has just stopped. The boudoir door is melancholy and drinks alone, because of the love, the sound of silk and bamboo. The tears look at each other in a hazy way, and it is hard to say that you think about it. The old things go away, but a thought of the secluded feelings is the most unsolvable.

The heart of my heart is finally separated in part, I regret my life, I wish to be loyal and honest. Tonight I only want to be drunk, no matter how much I care about my daughter, my desolate beauty, and my fallen into the world will disappear in a flash. Even if there are thousands of ignorances, who can I borrow the courage from?
Chapter completed!