Drunken Flower Yin·Dancing Tian Ji
Lonely and without a master, the days are miserable, and I sleep in clothes and dance at night.
The cold moon hangs in the sky, the wind blows in the gauze tent, and my mind is filled with sorrow
My heart is broken.
I bow my head and watch the shadows of flowers move, the east wind is playing tricks on me.
She has a beautiful face, but her eyebrows are lightly frowned because of love.
The edge of the sword, the sorrow of love. The world of mortals has been desolate since ancient times. Since
Hesitating, hurting alone, ordinary people in Tianya, endless thoughts. Crazy! Crazy!
Crazy!
Dreams also wake up, and people cannot forget them. After drinking a thousand glasses of wine and sighing at the blue light, the night
The frost makes the sorrow longer. The sword penetrates the setting sun, and sings and is crazy
.Cool! Cool!
Cool!