How many dreams, mirror flowers and moonlight, are all in vain; people can't sleep, long songs are long, and they secretly express ecstasy.
Half dreaming, half awake, as if they are separated, is it an obsession that was diffused in the past life, or is it an unfinished fate in this life.
Thousands of feet of soft dust, peaceful singing and dancing, confusion and glitz. If you miscalculate your destiny and miss the crescent moon, whose world will you let down?
Half a red gauze lamp, half a life as a soldier, crushing the unresolved love with my own hands, and spreading my pride to the world.
Gold and red tassels are swept away by thousands of miles of dust. A new bottle of wine, toast to the sky!
Give up selfishness, and the society will be protected. The hand shakes the feather fan, and the chest determines the universe. The country is the chess piece, and the soldiers and horses are the game. When you raise a glass, think more carefully, and when you lift a pen, you think more deeply.
The fireworks went out with a snap of a finger, and in a blink of an eye, my temples turned white. But when I smell the water from the Yellow Spring, I will return without losing my fighting spirit.