Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.
East wind evil, thin heart,
A sad mood, staying away from the cable after a few years,
No! No! No!
Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad;
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo! Mo! Mo!
Tang Wan, Chai Feng
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late;
The wind is dry, the tears are residual,
Thinking, leaning on the diagonal,
Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away;
The horn is cold and the night is hazy.
Afraid of people asking questions, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy,
Hide, hide, hide.