It is always difficult to know when the night is long. When I am lonely, I will sit up and count the cold stars.
All the thoughts of dawn are exhausted, and some people stay.
There is no reason why the waning moon should not shed tears.
Wave from here. What's more, after a brief encounter, grievances are repeated. I hate my eyes and eyebrows, and I still live in tears. Know the misunderstanding before the book. The fleeting clouds and fog count you and me as human bosom friends. People are sick, who knows?
At present, the frost on Dongmen Road is heavy, and the monthly loss of Hengtang is long, so sad. The whistle broke my gut and I have been traveling alone ever since. Cut the thread of sadness and hate it. It should be like the collapse of Kunlun Mountain, like a typhoon sweeping the world. Heavier than wings and clouds.
I lost my pride, Yang Jun lost her willow, and the willow was light and straight.
Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine.
Lonely Chang 'e has wide sleeves, and Wan Li dances for the loyal soul.
Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down.