There are many wars, smoke is everywhere, and the people are in dire straits. Meeting each other on a snowy night, with the turmoil of winter plum blossoms, confusing people's hearts, involving the ups and downs of life, and forming a lifelong love. The beautiful shadows are scattered, but I always thought that falling in love is a lifetime, but it was you who ignored your promise, but in the end, it was the general who was the beauty, drunk with three thousand glasses of wine. I built white plum trees like snow, died in battle, wrapped my body in horse leather, and erected a monument without words, just for you to write my pen with cinnabar and pour out all the beauty of April. I committed suicide in the backyard, imagining myself as a musical instrument demon, looking for my most beautiful youth. Unfortunately, the bridge is broken, Po Meng is old, the River of Forgetfulness has dried up, the mountains have no edges, the rivers have dried up, there are thunders in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are united, I can only... Break up with you. There is no destiny in this life, and I am drunk among the flowers in front of the tomb every day... The world is changing, and I only say: I am so sad that I have no reason to get drunk. Before the wine arrives, I will turn into tears...