The famous family in the floating world is full of beauty and beauty; how could the Ye Ye Ji family be afraid of the bloody color of the setting sun?
The sound of the trumpet is cold, and the battlefield is deserted. Abandon the red makeup and become more handsome.
Countless, the right and wrong of Hongmen; cannot be put aside, love and righteousness; the road is endless, the mountains and rivers are full of memories.
Accompanying the clouds, walking in the shadow of flowers, the vines spit out strings of flowers. We are happy, we meet each other with laughter, and we have peaches and plums. The spring wind goes against the grain.
In the end, it is a Taoyuan, where I sing songs and return home late at night.