The flowers have fallen and the smile is greedy
The song of dream reincarnation, thousands of turns, warmth and coldness
Loneliness, speechlessness, soul-death
The prospect is like thoughts, like dreams, like illusions
You remember drinking wine, dancing in the air, forgetting the river
Sound, sound, slow, string away, sleeves rolled up
The wind lifts my shirt and my thoughts are unreasonable
Aoran, the setting sun, seeing all the winding hills
Time does not wait, the time passes quickly, the years pass by
Several smiles, looking for Penglai, never changed
alone general melancholy
White jade Zhaoran