Moonlight Song King Lanling
Chivalrous and tender, brave and loyal. Thousands of miles of yellow sand, the iron cavalry is leisurely.
The military drums suddenly sounded, and the horses neighed. They all smiled and passed away, hiding behind their masks.
Just one horse can stand alone and proudly.
Dressed in red, fluttering, in a glass of wine. Purple jade produces smoke, but it is useless to trace it back.
The golden palace is brilliant, but the human face is dim,
Family affairs and state affairs, aren't they the same thing?
As everyone knows, the wine is ready, all I can do is sigh!