Cold wind and frost, careless in the account, drunk in the cold bed. Dream back to the old pavilion, nostalgia, like orchid. A misty beauty, Qian Shan is separated by thousands of waters. Long sad, the soul around the old crazy, the moon is silent and the stars are hard to blue.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, but people will never forget the past year. Where does the cold bed dream back? Xiao Xuan window Iraqi tears. Over the years, it is difficult to enjoy dancing in the pavilion and singing on the stage. Even if there are thousands of customs, it is still the old month.