Exquisite Half-Pupil

The ancient road is blown by the west wind and the green grass stretches The distant mountains are green and the water is green Holding hands with you, sharing misfortunes and blessings White orchid, change beauty The world of mortals is noisy and noisy. The world is noisy and noisy. Looking for a corner to see the warblers and grasses, the lingering and infatuated flowers are blooming and falling Traveling through thousands of years, I don't want to drink Meng Po soup Full of tenderness, I only want to marry you Infatuated with the world, never compromise for love Fireworks life, let go calmly for you The half-pupil is exquisite since then.