Lyrics: Tao Feiyu
Singing: Ray
Post-production: Ray
In the candlelight at night, I saw that Iraqis were sick and thin, and Cuie was ashamed to hide her clothes and was afraid of being seen.
Scholar folding fan swaying romantic, write about who to stay in the middle of the lake;
Putting pen to paper, painting landscapes and ink grass, and singing poems to praise literati are better than Li Sao.
Father told you to appreciate the small window, and the sunset blowing through the screen window is the most worrying.
Some people say that scholars can't prick chickens, but they don't know that wonderful pens can level the world.
The study is the account, and the ink is turned into strength, which is better than thousands of miles away;
It is said that the scholar is useless, so why do you have to take care of Zhuge in Maolu Wolong?
No one in the world can match this ingenious plan.