Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.
Luowei cries in autumn, Jinjinglan, the slight frost is desolate and the mat is cold.
The lonely lamp is full of thoughts and sorrow, and rolls up the curtains to look at the moonlit sky and sighs.
Beauty is like a flower in the clouds.
There is the long sky of Qingming above, and the waves of Lu River below.
The journey is long and the soul is in pain, but the dream soul cannot reach Guanshan.
Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking!