Chaos and Xiaoqiang

Drizzle on the stone bridge, in the painted boat, who will follow my lover? Grinding the foundation, the hand holding the pen, outlining the eyebrows, the sound of the piano plays, the night of leaving the soul, flowers falling all over the ground, reminiscing, leaving my clothes covered with clouds and frost. Like drunkenness, watching Langya Golden Feather, the rhythm rises, the nightingale first cries, the painting brush strokes freely around the fingers, the soft intestines are gone, and the youth is gone. Is it because you were obsessed with me in your previous life, or you can't forget it in this life? The rain at night on the Qinhuai River entangles the water droplets. Who plays the flute? It's the love I owe you in my previous life, which has turned into the emotional memory of this life. The lights of Jinling City are bleak in the autumn, and the green silk is replaced by frost and rain. The night wind blows the rain. In the painting boat, where is the beautiful woman going? The jade harp and the horizontal flute paint a song. The couple are married. Burning flowers and breaking jade, the night of farewell, the sound of the flute, remembrance, holding hands to turn the clouds and rain Already drunk, riding lightly on the moonlit night, Peach Blossom Stream, parting with Qing The painting pen splashes the mountains and rivers around the fingers, but the heart is soft. The person leaving is a cherished fate in the past life. I know you can't forget it in this life. The frost and desolate water droplets on the Qinhuai River, the sudden rain on a snowy night, are the bits and pieces of my hatred for you in my previous life that turn into resentment for you in this life. The mottled memories on the walls of Jinling City crush the memories. Whether I love you or hate you, I can't see your tears. Jinling City's memories are scattered by the storm, and the flowers and rain are obliterated Updated address: Changgexing: My dream is good in Jiangnan