The squids in the dry ruts are wet with foam, and they are wet with warmth. They are not as good as forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes.
When the new snow comes, I bury a few pots of old wine
I look forward to having a chat with you when you come back
Walking through the falling wild geese and Xiuzhu, watching the moon rise and the sun set
You said that one day you would become famous all over the world and realize your ambition
At that time, I bowed my head and tied a new tassel around your sword.
The wish was not heard clearly
We should be glad that we are not strangers even though we are so far away from you
It's time that is always cruel
What I'm most afraid of is hearing your name while chatting in a wine shop.
The tone is quite familiar
After coming back to his senses, he smiled and asked where the hero was, but he didn't know his name.
How ironic the smile is
Pouring wine and drinking alone, fine snow covers my eyes one after another
The cold has penetrated into the bones
I still remember the time when you pulled my sleeves and caressed me
Laughing and saying that snow melts like teardrops
We used to accompany each other and protect each other, saying that our original intentions were fulfilled
I think of riding a horse with you and walking in the downtown one day
At that time, it was March in Yangzhou, when peach blossoms were all over the road.
The look is inevitably in a trance
Is there only loneliness left at the end of the world?
It's all my fault that my exquisite mind and obsession are too tied up in dusty nets
The front is too vast. If you ask where to go,
Treat the way you came as the way back
Under the peach tree, Luoxue sang a piece of music for you that year
Believe it or not
But now in the vast snow, who is waiting to look back?
Knowing that no one is looking back
Who can live up to his original intention?
Maybe, really, it is better to forget each other in the world.