A pot of turbid wine and a cup of clear wine. You and I drink wine and laugh.
When we first met in a restaurant, he had a bright smile, like the sun shining on his eyebrows when the snow falls.
He was dressed in white clothes and sang a light song, which was cold and cold, like the tips of lacquered hair.
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A pot of turbid wine, the wind and snow are gone, the dusk is sinking, and we have a long way to look back.
Who is wailing from the west, who is as lonely as a shengxiao.
He said: Valley is in a different room, death is in the same hole.
He said: I will be with you wherever I go.
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When I was young, I had high hopes and wanted to wield my sword against myself.
Only in the end did I understand that this life was just a farewell.
The construction is out of tune, and the people listening to the construction are no longer there.
The dusk is falling, the sound of hooves is getting louder, and the days are long. Who can force a smile?
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