Lyrics of heartbroken people in Shaoxing Opera.

The moon is hazy and the moonlight is hazy, and the clouds cover the slave house. Sitting in a quiet slave pavilion, the cold rain patters on the blue screen window. Whistling thousands of bamboo poles, green grass and begonia. Sobbing and swallowing slaves is a sad girl, a sad girl, a sad girl. A thin gauze shirt can't warm your chest in the cold. Eyebrows looking up at the sky, eyes full of sadness. Stuffy and speechless, leaning against the railing alone. In a quiet back garden, the drizzle is the hardest to stop. The poor slave was panting, coughing and crying, and his clothes were covered with blood. After I left home, I was alone in the field. The road is thousands of miles away, and the hall is nowhere to be seen. It's better to see the dead earlier than to force me to die. I only heard the cold wind and the sound of rain. The dripping copper pot leaks endlessly, tinkling like an iron horse. Knock, rumble, the wind blows the curtain hook, and raindrops hit the cold window. As soon as the bell rings, it rumbles upstairs. Sad women have a sad illness, and sad people are getting more and more sad.