【漢服hanfu】

I run towards you demon wanting no retreat You understand there's a lingering taste Just looking at me makes me want to fall to the ground Never wanting to break free from the cycle of suffering Dim trembling lights Hands hanging from the green mulberry tree the spring breeze of March seems to blow through all the rivers the beauty turns back touch the zither a thread of sorrow Amidst the red dust of a thousand paper cranes the sound of a brush echoes listening to you sing now in Chang'an the cold wind is hard to find the seasons change but the person does not return I gently take off my hairpin and your tearful eyes are sensitive I've breathed the same evening breeze you did do we count as embracing Yet like waking from a dream both hands are empty the heart is empty I wait in the story called Red Dust Without Reason for Ruoshui to scatter a thousand paper cranes with a single brushstroke for you I play the Jiangnan lute whether joyfully or innocently you use whose soft broken song to carry away You play the zither with vermilion lips thirty inches long Yellow floor without silver two hundred taels Diamond pen hard to think sorrow hard to taste I record the lost in candlelight Do not make a heart outside makeup Yellow floor without silver two hundred taels linger in the world of red dust but get hurt if I had told time earlier the end would definitely be different who would understand you pass by and cause the falling flowers I have finished playing the sorrowful melody in the south did I ever have innocence Whose soft broken song will you carry away