There are glimpses of music, singing and dancing, and people are drunk with wine under the moonlight.
Looking at the waning moon and stroking the glass, the jade man sighed with joy.
Hearing the sound of strings, flying red silk, long-sleeved and good at dancing.
The silk ribbons are fluttering, and the fallen flowers look back a few times.
The red silk is rustling, and I sing the song of Kyushu alone under the moon.
The sword was unsheathed, the cold light swept across, and they danced against the shadows.
The silk floats away, charming shadows float, and a Sheng song is played.
At her most beautiful moment, she became his wife, but she was just a pawn for revenge.
The tenderness that once existed was instantly wiped out. She laughed:
"When I drink this glass of wine, you and I will no longer owe each other anything."