The moon's shadow is slanting, looking for frost flowers in the snow on thousands of mountains
The young man wields a sword, raises his eyebrows and raises his glass to ask about the end of the world
Just drink with the flute and lie down drunk while wearing the shengxiao and neon clothes.
The lotus steps are graceful, and the wolf's hair touches the ink to pick up the stars.
In the sound of oars and the shadow of lights, the moment we recognized beauty, I missed the cinnabar
Stars and objects change, the dreams are desolate, but the world is prosperous
Even though we are separated by an iron horse, the red dust and blue sky fall into the underworld, and we don't hesitate to drink tea.
Time flies, life and death are worthy of parting, leaning on the embankment to pick weeds
The lovesickness fades away, but I don't know. After all these years, my soul is still hanging on.
How deep the affection is, how hard it is to meet, the sky is high and the water is broad, the love is with him
Only then did I know this heart, let the years go by, and stay drunk in the old family's house
When will the day come, listen to the sound of jade in the empty valley, embrace you and welcome the falling flowers in the wind?