The gentle night breeze blows away the candle smoke
Flying flowers and sorrow
The friendship we held together has become a wound
The old peach blossoms reflected the red face
Secretly hiding tears today
Sitting alone on the window sill, looking at the mirror with a vicissitude of face
People support drunkenness and the moon leans on the wall
Who dares to be crazy if things are unforgettable?
Gossip in the flower house for a long time
Thinking alone
The characters in the world really live for lies.
She can no longer tell which is the truth
Hairband with snow, the autumn night is already cold
Who are you doing half-face makeup for?