No matter how prosperous and prosperous, how I fall into dreams in the mist, tonight is not this night. The same me is just a drop in the ocean in my whole life.
The colorful lanterns and fireworks in the old capital, the sparse shadows under the old trees, and the white minks all give off a vaguely nostalgic flavor.
I thought it was still there, I thought it wasn't there,
When I woke up from the dream, I just entered another dream.
In this way, you will stay drunk for a long time and never wake up.
However, the smiling me is still happy to be free in my dreams.