Thousands of years of destiny are floating in the sea, breaking the cold and cold, illuminating and speechless, a gentleman has no desire and nothing to ask for. Why do wild geese fly south and have to return home eventually?
The mountains and rivers are broken, I am speechless, the shadows are falling, my heart is dying, the red color is red, my heart is sad, how can I remember the sound of heaven diligently? The beautiful woman cannot dance alone, the nine o'clock fairy music has also become empty, the world of mortals has fallen, everyone's heart is pitiful, and the long night has no one to pity.
I am alone in the Silent Pavilion, the wind is blowing, and I am unconscious. It is unbearable that the past has become nothing, so why regret it? The mortal world is full of helplessness, and there is still room for hatred and endless tears, lamenting what love is in the world. Today's residual wine relieves sorrow, but tomorrow's residual red wine will remain the same.