Under the moon, the door is as thin as your steps.
Busy with the Millennium Monument, it is difficult for Yi Tuo to unfold your beauty.
Who can I give my precious pages to?
How many courses do flute and yellow wine have?
The afterglow of the sunset is as intoxicated as your shyness.
The copy has been written, the ink does not fade, and the inkpad has a aftertaste.
Who was exposed by a needle of cinnabar?
Fog and wind, my preface is waiting for your reply.
The box was full of waves when the pen was pushed out.
It is wrong to put pen to paper.
And I am the only one who lacks your lifelong understanding.
Rap misty romance, my preface is waiting for your reply.
The box was full of waves when the pen was pushed out.
It is wrong to put pen to paper.
And I am the only one who lacks your lifelong understanding.
I cried and waited for a while.
As soon as the Xuan pen was launched, the waves on the shore piled up.
It is wrong to put pen to paper.
And I am the only one who lacks your lifelong understanding.
With a flick of a finger, years of love, the sound of the piano and the song are lost.
Looking back at Qingshiban Street, I smile at you gracefully.
If you hate beauty, shake your bronze mirror and sigh who makes you frown.
The boudoir, on the other hand, smells like rouge.
Yan Nanfei turned around and tears fell on her clothes.
How to sleep with a memory of touching the moon?
How can you regret worrying about sewing embroidered shoes and complaining about needles?
If flowers blame butterflies, who will you blame?
Fog and wind, my preface is waiting for your reply.
The box was full of waves when the pen was pushed out.
It is wrong to put pen to paper.
And I am the only one who lacks your lifelong understanding.
Fog and wind, my preface is waiting for your reply.
Calligraphy is innocent and fearless of human right and wrong.
For several nights in a row, rain fell on banana leaves.
I'm waiting for Chun Lei to remind you who you love.