深林几处啼鹃，梦如烟。直到梦难寻处倍缠绵。蝶自舞，

There are several cuckoos crying in the deep forest, and the dream is like smoke. Until the dream is difficult to find a place to linger. Butterflies dance, warblers talk to themselves, always sad. The bright moon is as empty as water, like a golden year.