Chapter 13 "Midnight Deep Alley Pipa"

"Midnight Deep Alley Pipa" I was awakened by it from sleep again, the pipa in the middle of the night! Whose sorrow is it, whose finger Like a gust of wind, like a gust of rain, like a gust of falling flowers, In the depths of the night, In this drowsy sleep, Stirring the tight strings, strumming Gongshang horns randomly, With this late night, deserted streets, There is a waning moon hanging on the willow tip, Ah, half a waning moon, like a shattered hope, he, he Wearing a flowered hat, With iron chains on him, Jumping like crazy on the road of time, laughing like crazy,

It's over, he said, blowing your lamps, She waited on the other side of the grave, Waiting for you to kiss, waiting for you to kiss, waiting for you to kiss!