Ramule poison, whose world can be poisoned alone?
Hold the executioner's hand and send it to whose golden couch?
On the battlefield of the Warring States Period, I was willing to play chess.
For his bright eyes,
Or for his warm smile?
When the clogs are played, the oars and oars fly into ashes and disappear into smoke.
Life is like a dream, but how can one person be enough to repay the moonlight?