Flowers spend the night in the wind, where does it cause cold rain?
The yellow melancholy of the paper window lamp only cherishes a piece of fragrance.
Words are far away, clothes touch the ground, and years are easy to get old.
Beauty beside the bronze mirror, Su Yan Ruyu.
Flowers fall all over the stream, and the green silk bun is called koi fish.
With this shirt, moonlight and autumn have just begun.
Do you remember the sound of the black dragon waiting in the distance?
Who is sighing and who is pitiful?
Wan Li is across the country, and I seize the day.
Gone forever, unforgettable, like a wandering memory.
If there is love, can we meet again in the afterlife?
Who is sighing and who is pitiful?
The night is gone and the morning is blurred.
A small town beauty with a cloud lock was drunk, leaving a fragrance in the distance.
A branch is yellow and the autumn leaves are broken.
Raise a glass to thousands of miles away, just want to get drunk with you.
You stood alone in front of the door and let go of the chase.
Can there be tears to pick up the debris on the ground?
Light clothes under the eaves are still looking forward to your return to the north.
It is a sin to be infatuated with beautiful young women.
I only taste the ice and snow from a distance and see your joy and sadness.
Who is sighing and who is pitiful?
Wan Li is across the country, and I seize the day.
Gone forever, unforgettable, like a wandering memory.
If there is love, can we meet again in the afterlife?
Who is sighing and who is pitiful?
The night is gone and the morning is blurred.
A small town beauty with a cloud lock was drunk, leaving a fragrance in the distance.