The cold cicadas are sad, facing the long pavilion in the evening, the sudden rain has just stopped.

The gate account drinks without a clue, lingering in place, the orchid boat urges to set sail.
Hand in hand, tears in our eyes, we are speechless.
Thinking back, a thousand miles of smoke and waves, the hazy dusk stretches across the vast Chu sky.
The feeling of parting has always been heartbreaking, especially during the lonely and desolate autumn festival!
Where am I sober tonight? Willow bank, dawn breeze, lingering moon.
This time has passed, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are a thousand kinds of amorous feelings, who else can I talk to?