Horse racing in Linchuan when young
The girl is really young and full of energy.
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, golden wind and jade dew meet each other
Who can say sorry?
After many years, the girl loses her youthfulness
The love of spring is gone and the heart is full of desolation
Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, there are stars on the temples
Things are the same and people are not the same. Let's stop everything. If you want to speak, you should shed tears first.
Intention: Be a beam of light