Chapter 34 Smell the mandolin

Smell the mandolin Floating from the water, the mandolin of the spring night, Your grievous dead soul, lonely and lingering, Are you crying about your old love? You wander to my window, I can't find the fragrance of the past, You cry melancholy to the flowers. You re-enter my screen window sadly, I also want to find some falling pearls---- Ah, you swallowed tears and went to the other side in disappointment. You came to my ear again and wept softly; Crying the voice of desolation and mourning; Then, lazily, I went to the dream water to rest.