Rainy silk threads soaked in condensed fat
Falling snow dyes blue hair
Moonlight reflects wine in glass
The music is over and the people are gone, never to return
The sunset is picturesque and the sleeves are dancing. He smiled and said: If you grant me the spring water of the Three Rivers, I will grant you an imperial career like a song.
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