Whoever gets drunk at dawn will always shed tears when leaving.
All the money was gone, and the palace was bleeding. The golden light breaks through the clouds, and the young man's heart is as good as that of Kunlun. He dares to go up to the nine heavens to seize the blue moon, and the drunken horse bends its bow to race into the court. White clothes and silver crowns, hairpin rings and skirts, floating clouds and moonlight, eternal stories, and a single thought reaches across the sky.
The wealth is extremely high, and the boats are endless. Black clouds cover the city, and thousands of sails are washed away by the floating clouds. I had known that the bright things are easy to be stained, but I also know that the ugly things are difficult to save. The black-armored killing general, the silver-fronted white silk, You Ning abandons his mansion, the history of history is gone, and he sleeps peacefully in a locust tree.
Why rely on the dim scenery when the dusk is gone? Only the remaining ones are dispersed.
