Clouds are like swords, I love it when it rains in Qian Shan. I am half drunk today, dreaming of poetry in the noise.

Fairy sword poem, oh, good ~

Your people are like clouds (beauty), and flowers and swords have made our fate.

How can love bring rain to Qianshan?

I am now half drunk and half awake about the future and this life.

Poetry is in a desolate place, but the heart is obsessed with it.

It's a little strange. Let's work together. ...