Laughing at the world makes people crazy.
it's rare to see a white head with fatigue.
who is playing the peach blossom with a human face?
things have changed, so it's hard to see an old friend.
the old dusk reflects a new face.
who dares to speak out about the suffering of lovesickness?
pear blossoms are fragrant, but they make people feel sad.
sorrow breaks the heart, and a thousand glasses of wine solve the problem.
don't look at each other. In the old days, people looked new and missed their hometown.
for love, everything in the world is impermanent.
Laugh at vicissitudes of life, and ten thousand lines of tears turn into cold windows.
don't hesitate, take off your vegetarian clothes and wrap them in spring clothes, remembering the lingering fragrance.
Laugh at me for being too crazy to miss you all night.
I'm alone, enjoying myself, and the fragrance is lingering.