Muttering? What did you say?/Sorry?
Carve a lonely look with a knife.
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< 1 >
Jade gourd wine drops, drink to the sky.
Half a pot goes into the intestine and half a pot washes stubble.
My hands are dull. When I look around, there is dust everywhere.
Walking on foot, life is at your feet.
Forget happiness first, then forget the Jianghu.
Be a swordsman, be anonymous, break off feelings.
Turn around and forget what you look like and the way home.
< 2 >
We moved our home to the garden near the chrysanthemum.
At that time, I went out early and returned late, running around for a living.
Beautiful curtains hung on the glass windows of the house.
Evergreen is planted in the corner of the window, looking through the window.
Examine your life expectations.
With you, cooking wine, cooking and watching chrysanthemums.
Love is in the dark, and the body is full of happiness.
< 3 >
In that season, the flowering period was surprisingly short.
It is predicted that black will come unexpectedly when swimming into the earth.
The freshness of chrysanthemum is an incurable disease.
Only one night, falling flowers everywhere, harsh and harsh.
The graveyard where the knife was buried, a man's advice.
Stand in front, don't go near, don't leave.
Happiness, happiness is just a chrysanthemum picked casually.
Smell the fragrance, pity it, and then fade.
(4)
Fly knife, look at fly knife again.
Bury a knife and dig a grave.
For this knife, the outside world is limited to legend.
This is a resounding name, and it is worshipped.
The name of the knife is faster than its speed.
Even if you are old or even dead, it is still a classic.
The dream of rivers and lakes is a bottomless bay of clear water.
Kill with a sword and hurt with a concealed weapon.
The farther away from the land, the deeper.
The sky flew away like yesterday.
One knife can kill countless people and save a woman.
The story never begins, nor does it end.
〈 5 〉
Slowly forget, then slowly forget.
Slow down, and then slow down.
Memory is like a blooming flower.
Flowers bloom and fall, and it is not worth an autumn call.
Forget women, forget happiness, but don't miss wine.
Escape from the chrysanthemum garden, escape from the disputed rivers and lakes.
Fight to make money, drink and walk, pass the post office.
Cut peach trees, fly knives and carve, and get into the wood.
Carve yesterday's melancholy, your beautiful face and my lonely face.
Copyright statement, this is definitely written by myself! Ha ha laugh