When I first met you, Wu Nong spoke softly, dragging Nana, and I felt that you were a dancer, and you didn't know that you were a wandering dragon. You were so attached to me, I thought it was lovesickness. But the wind and clouds have changed, and God has fooled me. Now I just want a river to flow eastward, but I don't go away in melancholy. I ride the horse and sing long songs, slap the saddle and whip, the white horse sings and dances in the west wind, and the sword flowers bloom. A song. Settling down, smiling against the wind, laughing at the vastness of the world, the mountains and rivers of Tang Dynasty, boundless. But the world is so quiet, where can I find her? I have been laughing for ten years, and I have searched for her thousands of times in my dreams, but although the world is quiet, the pink beauty is actually an old friend. The gauze tent, the sapphire pillow, and the gauze cupboard with jade pillows. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I am often startled, with tears streaming down my face. In the early smoke on the street, orioles sing and dance, the warmth is warm, but the king's heart is cold. Ask yourself where you are going, where are you going? Where did the smiling cinnabar come from, and the demon moon on the neck is pierced by others. Where is the truth? The long rolling river dances grandly; the world is vast, it is difficult to put my heart, I don't know where my heart belongs, I can only dance to relieve my worries, the gauze scarf is romantic, the smoke is charming, I dance proudly, my heart is sad, I dance to it, I sing for thousands of miles, and there is no lack of lovesickness...
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