Ink green plum, painting bamboo horse.
I miss you heartbroken, and when the song ends, I look back and realize that things have changed and people have changed.
I broke my bones and raised ashes for you, but I didn't know that I had woken up from my shallow dream and you were no longer a stranger.
Step by step, sinking into despair, step by step, falling into disgrace; step by step, falling into disgrace.
It's your love that is too raw, too difficult to read, and too difficult to understand.
If the Tao is unclear, the words cannot be exhausted; if the memory is unclear, the number cannot be exhausted; if the sight is unclear, the thoughts cannot be exhausted.
Why is the light green cup filled with wine?
Liang Bo: things are different and people are different, everything is over. When you want to speak, you shed tears first. The red leaves bury the beauty.
A thousand glasses of wine are gone, and a lifetime of glitz and glamour.