The first makeup of the world of mortals, the country has no boundaries.
The breeze touches the moon, and the destiny is unparalleled.
That year, cardamom was on the Sansheng stone.
Entering the mountain, it is empty and buried in a thousand-story pagoda.
Under the drunken flower, the song is prosperous.
All the money is gone, but there are fireworks in the dream.
The world is like dew, like a dream.
Drinking together in the wind and frost, lonely at the end of the world.
Afterwards, I never met another boy like him;
You can spend all my youth and waste my floating life;
The prosperity of my future life can be wasted, just to cut off the excitement of that moment.
It turns out that just a moment of memory is enough to stir up a hundred years of concern.
The empty huo is gone, the years are gone, and chaos arises.