The sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road.
From day to night, the circle turns like a bead.
I can't live, but I can't. I will sing a short song for you.
Songs are bitter, words are bitter. Listen, four young gentlemen.
The autumn wind will return to the spring breeze before it is urged tomorrow.
People are absent without roots, and Zhu Yan is depressed during the day.
Advise you to drink with a smile.
Life cannot be happy for a long time, and young people will come soon.