That snow blocked the world.
That drop of blood said goodbye to love.
I would rather lose the world.
I just want to stay together in this life.
The prosperous times are full of songs, sung only for you.
The sky is full of falling flowers, just to complement the black hair in your ears.
Dance all over the city, who will get drunk?
The cinnabar between the eyebrows is like blood, intoxicating anyone's heart.
At the end of the bridge by the post, the flowers are blooming, and under the shade of the drunken flowers, it will eventually become a disaster.
The blue hair is dyed white, the clouds are rolling and relaxing, the wine is parting, the blue is falling in the yellow spring, I just want to stay together.
Turning Rong Hua upside down actually confused his eyes.
Unparalleled.
How could I forget?