It is the moonlight night of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglected and garland of flowers is unfinished.
It is the moonlight night of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglected and garland of flowers is unfinished.
这是三月的月明之夜，风仙花的芳香在空气中弥漫，我的长笛被丢弃在地上，你的花环还没有编完。