Have a Drink

Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking, I will never forget them Thousands of miles of lonely grave, no place to talk about desolation If you dream of Nanke, the yellow beams become deserted, the beautiful woman is still there, and the lonely grave is nowhere to be found Thousands of miles away, where can the words be desolate? If once the soul dies and falls into reincarnation again, the past will still be remembered and the old friends will still be there Cheng Shang, what should I do with this feeling? That's it, drink it all in one glass, the past is over Those who come can still be chased