Yesterday, the hair was blue, and the red bones were between the graves;

The moonlight came late and withered, and there was no song;

Sorrow and joy always have no tears, it is human white hair, and the sword turns to dust;

The piano is rustling, the strings are sad in the autumn wind, and Mo Wen starts from the beginning;

Heroes always have no way out. There is a thousand-year-old wine in the world, so I can't understand this worry.

perhaps

In the blooming season of Sophora japonica, let me say love.

The flying dandelion is leaving. Let's sing.

Those singing pines are all seeded. Let's be together forever.

Let me say love, let us sing, let us be together forever.

It should be the first song about Princess Rose.