Cover the wooden door and return to the old place in the cold moon
Where you stare, the cold smoke and decaying grass are miserable
A mouthful of hazy fire that I can't finish drinking
Which memory is burning in my throat?
The dusk clouds are low and the new wind rolls the wine flag
intertwined present or past
The sound of the piano is as loud as tears, and the evening wind is strong
The waning moon has seen all the separations
Watching the snow fall thousands of miles away, hiding the green shirt
I don't look forward to seeing each other in the next world
Drinking wine alone, then the sword dance becomes windy
The rain on the empty stairs becomes a memory
Luan Yunfei Qingfeng Sanchiyi
The cuckoo is drunk and the pride is hidden in Qingyi
But at a glance, I love you
Between the brows and the heart there is no way to avoid it
Who whispers that old friends are few and far between?
Who raises eyebrows and doesn't regret closing the business?
The peach blossom smiles in the spring breeze and is hard to find anymore
Where to stay together and where to meet
Watching the snow fall thousands of miles away, hiding the green shirt
I don't look forward to seeing each other in the next world
Then I offer the wine as a sacrifice, and when I'm drunk I ask about the world
Huang Quan is far away, where can I rely on my lonely soul?
Watching the snow fall thousands of miles away, hiding the green shirt
I don't look forward to seeing each other in the next world
The hometown of Cima, where is the past?
The cup is empty and the fallen plum blossoms are like bricks of snow
The traces of vain dreams are vague, let the world come and go
Knowing how much love hurts oneself
Two or three sounds, a mess without a tune
Picking up the cold steps, the moss is slippery and the dust accumulates
It's better to go back, Zigui cries
When will the ginseng's permanent departure return?
[Remarks]:
I——
Break away from the plot
Offline at any time
Wandering mind
Irregular updates
But I guarantee it won't be a trap