A pot of jasmine attracts my soul; a slight smile captures my ice heart. The long rainbow penetrates the sun, the fire dances in the yellow sand, one sword wins or loses, one sword lingers in love. The green peaks are falling, the long river is singing, thousands of knots of sorrow are broken in the cold voice; there are few close friends, and the tears are shed, who can listen to the broken strings and residual music? Beauty has been a disaster since ancient times? Why should the three of them be so entangled. Because I was drunk and dreaming, I chased my eyes like that of the past; I sighed bitterly, and King Xiang sent his love to a different place. The cold moon drinks blood, just for one look; love comes suddenly, and the purple eyes are frightened. All illusions, originate from ancient times? Because of this? A life of love and evil, a bronze bird, difficult to lock.
