Painting Eyebrows

Hope to see you again in the next life

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, happiness is thin, and I am full of melancholy. I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!

5555. . I can't write something like this. . The more I look at it, the more I feel like a duck. . Quack. `~

Not bad, a touch of sadness