Talented people came in to imitate the lyrics of Vincent Way.

Quote the whole song Blue and White Porcelain. At that time, I sent you to the battlefield and wiped your tears. You gently broke off the begonia flowers, put the red shirt in my bun, lit a fire, and the wind was hunting. When I left, I rode my horse and stepped on the dusty bamboo slips. The good news came, but the general's smile was frozen on his lips, and sadness turned into a candle of despair. Tears are burning in my heart, but my tears become colder and the moonlight is colder. I'm still waiting for you to carve a trace along the reflection in the river. Let it be the last sentence of my life. The moonlight is cold, and you are far away. I miss the red hijab for the last time, waiting for you to provoke the pipa. The rain is singing, the moonlight is lightly dipped in ink, and the oath still echoes. I am destined to go to the end of the world with my hands in pairs, and my heart will not die. I will turn the broken tile cinnabar account of Yuanyang, who was left alone at night, into a vicissitudes of life, cover up my tears and restore my beauty and makeup. Then I'll play sleeve dance for you and dye Luo Qi Spring Flowers in the moonlight. I'm still waiting for you to carve your mark along the reflection in the river. Let it be the last word of my life, and I will marry you under the light of the breeze. You are far from coming back. I miss being sick and red.