Smell a ghost
Year: Song Author: Peng
In the middle of nowhere, the bones lie in the sand, which has nothing to do with ghosts.
I made a few sad pillows in the middle of the night and went out several times in ten years.
The soul of a hero has no descendants, and the pen of history does not know how much loyalty.
I want to be happy all over the world, and my wealth has worn away recently.
Song author: Li Tingrui
Lin Ping is very popular in the north, and reed leaves ring dry rain.
Green phosphorus goes flat sand, and ghosts speak alone.
It was considerate at first, and it was painful to cry.
My mind is full of kites, stuck in foxes and rabbits.
Bones fly frost, scattered from the grass.