The world is vast and time is far away. What do you want in your life?
Half a glass of wine and a cigarette, the road is long, and the sunset is red in Xiu Yuan.
The spring breeze blows the willows and the red flowers shed tears. I can't sleep tonight.
The wind is silent, the water is ruthless, and Iraqis travel far.
Tonight's flowers, the wine of the Ming Dynasty, yesterday's afterglow turned to dust.
Where there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world, where is the cape sad and drunk?
Sunset horse, away from the figure, looking at the flowing water in the east of the Yangtze River.
It's far from Pingchuan, and the cliff is very cold. When can I return to my hometown?
Floating clouds in blowing in the wind, joy and love are gone, just offering sad words in the autumn wind.
Castle peak is full of dreams, and old dreams are always hard to wake up.
Hold a glass of wine high tomorrow and sing until the end of the world.