Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo!
Tang Wan, Feng.
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!