Fireworks Get Cold Easily

Fireworks get cold easily The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and disturbs the world The dream is cold, a life has passed, and there are a few love debts If you default to life, death and withering, etc. Waiting round and round for the annual rings How many floors of the pagoda were broken? Whose soul was broken? The pain went straight to a broken lamp and the collapsed mountain gate Let me wait a little longer, history will turn around Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play a guzheng song It rains heavily and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown I heard you are always alone The mottled city gate is surrounded by old tree roots What echoes on the stone slab is "wait a little longer" It rains heavily and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village Fate takes root, it's us