Seven thousand mortal worldly disturbances,
It's about to turn into ashes and mud.
The past dreams of grudges and hatreds,
Xiaofeng's song is intoxicating with thousands of sorrows.
Just because I asked the bright moon about my wine,
Don't talk about the sad autumn because of injury.
Qianqian is silent to Zijin,
Every year, there is interest in the dynasty.
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