The wind sells crimson wax, the dew blooms with red lotuses, and the lights of the city lights shine on each other. The flowing tiles of Osmanthus flowers are scattered, and the slender clouds are scattered, and Su'e wants to come down.
The clothes are light and elegant, and you can see Chu Nu's slender waist. Flute and drums are noisy, figures are scattered, and the road is filled with the scent of musk deer.
Because I miss the capital at night, I look at the thousands of picturesque gates and laugh and wander around. The car and Luopa, where they meet, have their own dark dust and then the horse.
Time passes, but old love fades away. Clear the leakage and move it away, the flying cover returns, stop dancing and sing.