The solitary lamp has clear shadows, the wind is blowing in the bamboos, the melancholy is far away, and the eyes are filled with tears. It's raining tonight, I raise my glass and feel sad, I can only meet again in my dream in this life. Laugh at the spring breeze, laugh at the spring breeze, laugh at how lonely the world of mortals is. That day, your angry horse in red clothes showed a thousand ways of chicness. Today, I am alone in the lonely city with only all kinds of worries. The street is long, the fireworks are numerous, you turn on the light to look back, the pavilion is short, the world is rolling, I sigh again. Who finally broke the string, made the flowers fall on the shoulders, and became confused
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