Beautiful Chinese Hanfu of Ming Dynasty

The moonlight's annual rings, I see you've locked your heart's door tight. No one, like me, incessantly questions You're always the most afraid of cold weather. Why does it feel tender? Why did you soften your heart, then leave again? You carry loneliness, searching alone for the stars A glance in the blink of an eye reveals so much of the soul. Vows, lies, sealed in ice Yet it is filled with the utmost cruelty. Originally softened by heart, white-haired, never parting. I've endured storms and hardships throughout my life, until I finally recognized you. Watching the flowers float and sink in the mirror, I count the long, lingering dusk. A cup of warmth, can it heal your remaining life? Originally softened in heart, white-haired, never parting. I've endured storms and hardships through my life, until I finally recognized you. Watching the flowers float and sink in the mirror, I count the long, lingering dusk. A warm embrace—can it heal you for the rest of your life?