The sound of flutes and horse hooves echo in my ears
That year wine was spread on the table
Tried waiting for dawn from dark night
A person who is wise in this life would rather be confused
Who can complain about the vicissitudes of life?
Self-drinking machine dissolves into the abdomen
Burning, pain, betrayal and unwillingness
I don't hesitate to turn it into a double-edged sword
After injuring yourself for three points, you injure others for another seven points.
——Song Qingling